Friends are suppose to be your life support when you're a breath away from death, and yet I feel a pillow being shoved over my face.

Im here for their ego stroking, and pats on the back, and hugs of assurance, as the turn a cold shoulder to my pain. I'm not visible- just my servantry, slaving to their carnal needs;

cut me open, feast on my carcass like the parasites that they are. I'm here to feed their growth, like a child in the womb, only to produce the filth that remains.

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playground school bell rings again

rain clouds come to play again

has no one told you she's not breathing?

hello i'm your mind giving you someone to talk to

hello

if i smile and don't believe

soon i know i'll wake from this dream

don't try to fix me i'm not broken

hello i'm the lie living for you so you can hide

don't cry

suddenly i know i'm not sleeping

hello i'm still here

all that's left of yesterday

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