Destiny Robinson

Sick
I feel SICK...
Come to save me from...
My self


Im a hazard to the world...
And its a hazard to me...
Cuts...Bruises...Screams

AHHHHHHHH!!!

HELP ME!!!

SAVE ME...


From myself...

Im dying...

Im killing myself....

Please let me be...

Go away...

Dont help you'll wonder why you even bother to...


Please SAVE ME!!!

FROM MYSELF...



I want you to go away...

PLEASE!!!

HELP ME GET AWAY!!!!


-whispers-



from



myself

She walks alone in the dark.
As she looks back there are sparks.
She can hear the whispers,
The steps, the jumps.
She can hear the quickness,
Just like darts.
She walks at a pace,
Not too fast.
She hears the whispers,
This makes her gasp.
She runs as fast as she can,
Until she hears the steps again,
A hollow speech hard and cold.
She wants to run but,
It's too bold.
She runs and runs,
Until she finds,
The sound was the wind,
So she walks again.

               

Deep breaths and pain inside,
Hard to tell the truth when there's so many lies!

Whispers of secrets in my ear,
Hoping that no one could hear.
And I'm crying actual tears.
I feel hurt, pressured and strained.
Everybody can't feel my type of pain.
And this might really sound lame.
But life ain't nothing but a game.

Do you feel what I feel, NO!
I wish I could let it all go.
But it really ain't that easy.
Have you ever had to sit in the cold freezing.
Wanting to be awaken by a special healing.
Just let pain go freely.
Too bad nothing in this world is free.
Not even your freedom of speech.
So I'll do like Martin Luther King.
Imma let freedom ring.
                    PEACE!