Rescued
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Dead People In The Bathroom
Mama’s in prison,
why ain’t she here?
There’s dead people
in the bathroom
and a rat over there.
The water kept rising,
When I was small
I would believe
That Fairies surrounded me
And protected me
From the bad
But when I grew
My fairies turned to dew
And formed my tears
And leaked to the ground
when did innocence become insanity?
even the voices in my head are sick of me
wish they wouldn't feed the beast
that I now have named Agony
but I swear it wasn't really me
it fed on words from humanity
I believed in once upon a timeuntil I put down the bookI believed in a happy familyuntil my family broke apartI believed in myselfuntil I was torn downPeople told me
