Today, I cried.December 10th, 2012.Today I cried.I wasn't bullied today.Neither was I bullied yesterday.Nor am I going to be tomorrow.But I cried.Because I relived every moment.In.My.Diary.And that was enough.I succumbed to my emotions.Today I cried.I wasn't particularly weak today.Neither was I weak yesterday.Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.But I cried.Because I relived every moment.In.My.Diary.And I'm not ashamed.I succumbed to my emotions.But... I'm not ashamed.Today I cried.And cried.And... cried.But that's just the way I am.Once in a while, you just need a good cry.To remind yourself of:the little emotion you have left.
SchizophreniaThe bell ringsI sit, like everyone elseI put my textbooks over the tableWithout a complainEveryone is expressingScreams of boredomRustle of impatienceI just remain in silenceTeacher tells me to readI forget how I hate to talkTo be judged by those eyesAnd I let my voice drainIn a helpless soundMy head starts to lapse voicesIt gets all drenched in sorrowful thoughtsChained by mad ideasUntil it burstsIn a frenzy quantityOf frenzy desires and illusionsAnd then I rememberI forgot to take my drugsI get nervousI get desperateThey will appear soon
And the teacher knows thatAnd he asks me if everything is alrightAnd others laughAt the junkie I am
All kind of antipsychotic
Drugs for insanityDrugs for delusionsDrugs to be who Im notI answer to the teacher I am OKThough I am trembling like crazyAnd he continues with the lessonIgnoring the signs my body givesIgnoring the creepy monsterThat is about to come
ReincarnationCould you ever love me twice?