Inside my brain live thoughts of thee,

Never yet have they been set free.

But scream they do,

To get out like a bird flying away from you.

Until forever will they stay,

Not to ever succeed of getting away.

People say to let them out,

Only they do not understand what these troubles are about.
Every night I begin to cry,

My tears people seem not to know why.

I must think ahead,

Rather than happiness I have sorrow instead.

If I were to let the anger escape,

I would have to hide behind my cape.

For you might want to be careful,

Some thoughts may be harmful.

Not only to you,

But to me too.

Possibly some thoughts are about love,

Love that flutters forever above.

Inside my brain live little cars that travel from every highway to every
road,

I wonder though, if these unspoken thoughts eat away to create their own
sweet abode.

Guess I shall never know,

Knowing is peaceful like the snow.

Deep inside lives a life that has not been lived a life unlike Robin Hood.

Of happy days within a jovial childhood.

Smiles as you ride upon the ongoing Farris wheel.

Laughter sounding in the sunlit field.

Soon joy only becomes hate,

Malice I can only anticipate.

Hatred and disgust for everything and everyone,


Wars between her have only just begun.

For her life once open and so light,

Has filled with darkness from the night.

Her red cheeks once bright,

Have turned black as midnight.

Wishing just to go back,

The rope will not give any slack.

Tis the time to let go,

Her happiness was once but only a show.

That happy life has now been buried for a reason,

Dreaming is not in season.

Now its the time to say goodbye,

DO NOT ask any questions why.

She exits this despising world in not the best way,

I had to! I had to commit suicide the note begins to say,

With slits,

Upon her throat and wrists.

Remember the rope?

Because she lost all hope…

This Rope was found,

Her neck is what it was around.


 
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