Patient File:
Patient Name: Summer R. Miller.
Patient Age: 13 Centuries.
Patient Species: Demon.
Patient Content Rating: R for mature audiences only.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti. He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready, to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down the whole crowd goes so loud he opens his mouth but the words won't come out he's choking, how, everybody's choked him out. The clocks run out,times up over.
BLAOW!!
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
(Lie number 1)
"You need anything?"
"Nah, I'm good."
(Lie number 2)
I CAN'T FUCKING SLEEP!!
My brain won't FUCKING shut up!!
How am I supposed to get up early if I never went to bed?
The voices in my head are so loud and clear. I don't want to hear them anymore. They don't like me. They told me.
They don't like me!! They scream it over and over again and again. Make it stop!! Please!!
Heartless.
Everyone.
Love.
People.
Humans. I hate humans. They're all in the same boat. You have to go do this, do that.
I'm not afraid, to take a stand, everybody, come take my hand, we'll walk this road together, through the storm, whatever weather, cold or warm, just letting know that, you're not alone, holla if you feel like you been down the same road.
YOU ARE READING
Journal
HorreurYou want to know about me? I suppose I can let you read this. Lyrics are not by me.....promise.... all credit goes to the bands and the songwriters.
