Maybe he's not gone?
Maybe he's still here...
Maybe I don't have to cry
Or maybe I don't have to carve my wrists
Maybe..... I could be normal
I could start again by killing myself
It would all be new. And I wouldn't have to see the dead faces staring at me
They know I know I can see them
Yet they aren't fazed
They just stare
There cold eye's staring
A chill
That's all
Maybe if I jumped, shot, hanged, drowned, cut, just died.
It would all be better.
Maybe if I escaped.
Maybe if I cried
Maybe, I could just have some freedom
The second before someone kills themselves
When there trapped there whole life
That second
Is when there most happy
The only second when they feel free
I want to feel free......
Just maybe.
Maybe I can be normal
Maybe I can get that second
And then maybe
Just maybe
I'll be free
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Paranormal"my brother had always said: 'one day I won't be here to protect you, and you won't always be there to protect yourself.' I never knew what that meant.... until now
