Hush: don't speak child [Completed]

Part 1: Inner thoughts

This dimension i gotta keep my mouth shut
Can't be like the odds
Gotta fit into society
Stereotypes are reality
Don't deny it..

Being pretty is being skinny
Being pretty is being tall
Being pretty is being strong
Behind the strengths are weaknesses.

Weaknesses that i can only tell god.
God, the one who hears me out.
Even though I don't make sense.

What's the point making sense?
You won't want to understand anyways.

Im just treating you how you treated me.
How is it that white turns black so quick?
Bleach? No
Rope? No
Drown? Maybe

Is it just the voices?
But what voices? There's no voices... just my thoughts...

My inner thoughts... but I haven't gone that deep though?

Why are there so many questions but no answers?

Why do i love to make things complicated?

I wanna take life but life's too precious...
mine or yours?

You don't understand...

Everything keeps on going back and forth, back,forth,back and forth.. all i see is dead ends. Just corpse rotting in hell...  Hell looks like paradise sometimes. These roads, can't seem to remember the starting point.

That's another problem..
problems after problems..
When will there ever be a miracle
Some luck...  *delete* erase memory.

Where am i?
Wait. Who are you? Most importantly.. who am i?
I don't know who i am and you want me to define you? *bitch*

Why is this so satisfying?
Its a cure no its pure madness

A lyrics with meanings can lock me into this emotion.
This emotion with no hope.
These emotions are ruining me...
My manipulator. *HAHAHAHA*

'Shadows will screams that I'm alone.'
'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind.'
'I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard.'
'I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words.'
'these questions they're for real
Like "Who would you live for?",
"Who would you die for?"
And "Would you ever kill?"'

A song writer with passion.
Passion that will defeat the happiness. Put you in your place. The edge of the world where no light hits. A room full of darkness. Its silent but still not peaceful... WHY?! Shut the fuck up. A place where i wanna crawl and never look back.

A fresh start.

Im running from me. Run Tahira, run. Slip. And back to phase one.

The monster. Evil should stay in darkness it should never meet light.

I hate myself. People hate me. I hate people. No. We all hate each other. Look to your right. Look to your left. Your enemies are right besides you.

No! No ..no its not all in my head...

Maybe.
I don't know
Am i even making sense to you?

Just leave me alone.

I need sometime to think.
Sometime to breathe...
No pulse.. oh shit.

Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Count to three.
One.
Two.
Three...

Its not working... what's holding me back?
I'm a bath tub over flown.. *drop* *drop*  soon i'll flood the whole house if you don't turn me off...

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA...

No one fucking understands me...
No one will ever fucking understand me...

This little fucking bitch thinks she better than me.. hahahaha....! Just stop it.. money, sex, things that should be on my mind...

Blood,sweat and tears to afford the shoes that everyone wears... i wanna be like them... when the lights fade and the music drops thats when they'll be looking at me and only me. Impress them, let their eyes oppress you... see the money thrown. Money, means nothing, just a piece of paper
like you said, "money grows on trees."

When i was 15.... wait, no let's not talk about that time... I haven't gone that deep yet. Im still 15.

Its like I'm lost.

Someone please. Please find me because I can't find myself.

I don't take assistance but i'll put my pride aside. Now, let me grab your hand. Make sure I don't slip because I'm hanging from an edge of a mountain...