Songfictions

Heathens

(I read something online that inspired this story, bullying, and how it can really affect people, no matter what they've been through. So I wrote this and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading!)

Welcome to the room of people
who have rooms of people that they loved one day,
docked away

I gently laid down her favorite flowers, the iconic red roses upon the grave and at the same moment, I couldn't stop the tears.

Just because we check the guns at the door
Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades

The wind took my hand, and with its gentle grace, uncurled my fingers from the rage in the palm of my hands,

You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you

Dark thoughts intruded my head, and wouldn't go away, causing the spirits in myself to fall down to my feet and slip through,

You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you

My face turned pale, as did my lips, and my hands became numb as I stood outside their new home, I didn't know what to do.

You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?"

I wanted to forget how this happened in the first place, but how can I forget when there is no remember?

But after all I've said, please don't forget

And even if I wanted to, how could I?

We don't deal with outsiders very well

When I returned home, my "friends" had noticed the strange look on my face,

They say newcomers have a certain smell

They described it as desperate, ill, ugly, weak, disturbed.

You have trust issues not to mention, they say they can smell your intentions

I shook them off and didn't say a word, because maybe they might be right.

You'll never know the freakshow sitting next to you

I was off stability, emotionally, mentally, physically,

You'll have some weird people sitting next to you

I was different, in no way the same as I am now,

You'll think "How did I get here?" sitting next to you,

I never wanted to feel this way, I don't know whether I'm dying or living

But after all I've said, please don't forget

Because everyday, since that day, I've only felt same, the same as I now always will be, the only me there is, who very well happens to be-

Watch it

-well, maybe dead.

Now I have only said these words with thoughts, never with emotion, but I know I'm not the only one that wants to just shout out how all my friends are heathens, take it slow,

Wait for them to ask you who you know.

Please don't make any sudden moves,

because you don't know the half of the abuse.