I think my stump is infected
It doesn't look red anymore
(The pretty colors are gone all that's left is brown brown brown)
It hurts
It hurts it hurts it hurts
I don't want it to hurt
I don't want to hurt anymore
I've never hurt before
Not mentally
I don't have feelings
I'm not normal
(No one is normal)
I want to feel something
Anything
Even pain
Pain
It doesn't hurt so bad anymore
(you're welcome)
I don't want to hear the voices anymore
(too bad)
I wish I still had my pretty paints
The pretty blues and reds
(Black black black)
The pretty yellow and greens
(Black black black)
The pretty pinks and purples
(BLACK BLACK BLACK)
It gave me something to do
I'm not insane
I'm not stupid
I'm not crazy
I'm just not normal
I wish I had a friend
(You do)
A real one
Maybe then I'd feel something
No one would be my friend now
YOU ARE READING
It Waits In The Woods
Mistério / SuspenseIt waits in the woods As everyone knows It waits in the woods Where only lost go It preys on the weak It breaks them down It knows that you're meek It wears a dark crown It waits in the woods Where there's nowhere to hide It knows that you're lonely...
