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I Have Lost My Sanity.I Have Lost.
Oh where, oh where has my sanity gone? Oh where can it be?
I lost my sanity, a long, long time ago.
So Me, Myself and I are going on a road trip.
Squeeze into the Tilt-A-Whirl and don't fly out the window.
Me, go that way.
Myself, go upside-right.
And I, will go over the rainbow.
We'll meet in the middle.
Myself got stuck in the Jell-O, while me turned into a raindrop and splattered on the ground.
The rainbow melted away and flew down the drain so I grabbed onto Me's outline
So Me turned into liquid.
Myself had to get a bottle to put Me in.
Have you seen my sanity?
I can't find it and Myself can only work with one hand 'cause Me's in the other.
Oh look! A rock! I found a rock! Maybe the rock ate my sanity!
I shake the rock when Myself spills Me and Me seeps into the dirt.
Myself sneezes and blows Me's dirt away.
Myself runs after Me,
So I is all alone.
Can you help me find my sanity?
Not Enough. . .I stare at the thin, white line on my dresser. I know that its wrong, but the pain is to deep, and the memories too strong. My mind turns to a blur as I feel the rush and the buzz of an electric charge race through my blood. It's intense. A little too intense.
Yeah, that's it,
Its hot. The heat; I need water. The glass sends shocks of ice through my hand. It shatters on the tile. Screams. From who? No one else is in here. Wait. He's in the next room. The one that shouldn't be here. How is it possible?
I cant think. There's a pounding on the walls of my brain. The white line.
How many? Four? Five?
I have to get out. I need help.
There's no door. My back against the wall. I search for an escape. Corner to corner. Wall to wall.
My legs cant hold me up any longer. I'm falling, so slow, so dizzy.
The carpet becomes my safety net. The pounding wont stop. So many colors. So many voices.
An opening comes through the wall. He
HookedYou say this is the last one for tonight.
But then I watch you open the bottle; one of so many.
I know you want the pain to go away.
But its like you can't live without all the different tablets.
The little capsules that are filled with what you call your way of living,,
Are my reason for crying.
You pass out on the floor.
Then wake up and reach for more.
When will you realize all that you've given up?
Traded for being curled up in the dark, sweating, tears threatening to escape,
And reaching for the pills in your pocket.
It's hard to believe it all started with just one small circle.
Getting hooked is easy.
I see that now,
'Cause that's what you are;
So Far. . .This is the tree
Where we used to flee,
From our lives;
All we wanted was to be free.
We found love here.
Now you're buried here,
Within the ground,
Where my cries make no sound.
My blood still pumps for you,
But my soul says it's through.
So I had to cut out my heart,
Because we're so far apart . . .
I Miss You March 20th, 2009
"Hey D., I'm awake. Can you come see me?"
I nearly dropped the phone. It had been so long since I had heard his personal ringtone coming from my phone. He had been in a coma for so long; since February seventeenth. The doctors said there was a 10% chance of him waking up before the eight cancerous brain tumors killed him.
"Yeah, of course I can. You have no idea how much I've missed your voice. I'll be there soon."
We exchanged a short goodbye before hanging up. As I was searching through the contacts on my phone for Ashton's number, I saw his car pull into the school parking lot. I ran to the car and slid myself into the backseat where I was greeted by Lance, Ja
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