It's not just me in the room,
why don't they see?
I'm not alone anymore,
they don't need to fear.
My life is in his hands,
he loves me more then them.
Poison, he said,
it's a poison they gave me.
I saw that,
I was deaf, blind, dumb.
Nothing was moving anymore,
Mommy was happy, Daddy too.
They said I was better,
but he was leaving me.
They were killing him,
it was killing me.
I stopped the poison,
Mommy was mad, Daddy too.
They locked me away,
because of the blood.
I had to though,
he was going away.
I loved him too much,
I had to follow.
Now I'm in the room,
it's for to white.
They say I'll see people,
if I let them poison me.
Why can't they see,
I'm not alone.
Don't they see the pain,
can't they see the blood?
It's like losing yourself,
the poisons they give.
It's not just me,
it's my brother too.
Author notes
The mind of a six-year-old skiso
Written June 5th, 2006
A contest entry
- Corrosive Thoughts Break the Barriers of Me by Gay-Militant.
300 points, ended June 8, 2006, 11 entries
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interesting
error in the second to line 26, i think you mean far too instead of for to
Edited on Jun 06, 4:14 p.m. because ''.

