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Birds are singing,

Their happy song strong against the rain.

I can't stop thinking,

But I'm fighting hard against my brain.

It just won't shut up,

I can't concentrate on the rain,

Or the birds chirping me luck,

The torture method is my brain.

I try hard not to listen further,

All it says is lies.

But I still can't stop thinking,

That I corrupted a soul.

I know it's up to them to break the rules,

But I did before them too,

And I broke them when she was here too,

And I told her that nobody would notice too.

Now I'm lying in my bed,

Staring at the corrupted soul.

I'm sorry lord for what I've bred,

Please make me feel whole!

Corpse in The Mirror

I'm someone else again,

Or am I?

Through my eyes

In the mirror I see,

A living corpse,

That doesn't feel like me.

What am I?

Im going insane!

As I laugh away my pain.

Someone else, someone else,

Someone else not entirely.

I wake up with church bells.

Oh, lord Christ!

Heal me of my sickness!

And I feel like less.

Nothing can save me,

Help me,

Make me free.

Shackles are bound,

My arms and legs,

To the Lord I found.

I pray so loud,

But does he hear me?

I don't see.

Im not okay rn. I just realised when I get back to school in 2 months I'll have to see my rapist again. We're in the same class and friend group...I'll just find a new friend group somehow

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