This has topics such as suicide and death. I hope you enjoy!
Delusional mind.
Broken flesh.
Fresh skin is hard to find.
As the blood seeps out nice and fresh.
I'm a girl with delusions.
I know my path.
Voices call me nothing but many illusions.
It fills me with wrath.
My delusional rage.
Walking down a street.
My life won't turn a page.
If I keep lying to people I greet.
Delusional girl far from shore.
Broken and drownig hearts.
I'm nothing but delusion in my core.
My life in many parts.
Fresh blood seeps on the floor.
I'm not fine.
Hiding my pain no matter how poor.
How poor my line.
The lines deeper in some.
Some lines tender and some loose.
Tell me who should come.
Save a delusional girl from a noose.
Everyone days I'm fine.
The scent of rust.
It fills every line.
The sweet taste is a must.
I crave the taste when I'm sad.
Full of my own delusion.
They say I'm mad.
Mad about being an illusion.
Dead roses.
Foggy days.
Stitched closes.
Mindless ways.
A girl full of delusions to the core.
It makes me drown.
Drown in sorrow my soul had in store.
Trauma to my crown.
I am a delusion.
Something no one wants around.
Since I'm an illusion.
No one can hear a sound.
Sounds of my screams.
Fresh tears fill.
Fill my drowning dreams.
I have no will.
What is the point?
If you know what is going to die?
But it makes you crack your joints.
As the future can never lie.
Blood drips.
Drips on the bandages on the arm.
Weakened grips.
Grips showing my way to harm.
A delusion.
A broken and tortured mind.
Just an illusion.
That can become unwind.
Flying above ground.
Not yet dead.
But mute of sound.
But can't feel dread.
A bloody girl flys away.
Just about to die.
My life went astray.
As I am on a noose where I lie.
Knife still in me.
Left for days.
Until someone doesn't leave me be.
I had many ways.
A delusional girl now dead.
A delusion impossible to make.
Yet full of dread.
As my tears now make a lake.
Left out until my blood is black.
Eyes dead and grey.
A delusion girl out of whack.
As I was death's prey.
A bloody ribbon covering my eye.
The other on the ground.
A bottle of lye.
As the knife makes a sound.
Welcome to the hanging tree.
Here in the suicide forest of dread.
My soul free.
Free to be dead.
Hair drenched in blood.
A delusional girl now broken.
No one could save her from a flood.
A flood of emotions now awoken.
Buried under the tree.
The pain no longer for years.
Full of glee.
A puddle of tears.
Delusional mind.
Broken flesh.
Fresh skin is hard to find.
As the blood seeps out nice and fresh.
I'm a girl with delusions.
I know my path.
Voices call me nothing but many illusions.
It fills me with wrath.
Blood drips down.
Down into the tears.
Blackened blood on her gown.
A delusion full of fears.
No longer living.
A delusion with smears.
No longer giving.
Only giving into her fears.
A noose on this poor girl.
A knife and stabs.
Nothing but a delusion in a whirl.
A girl with hateful jabs.
A ghost.
An illusion.
A host.
As a delusion.
