PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

i'm fine everything is fine there is nothing wrong and no one is hurt, you're happy right everything is fine, we are all fine and happy and good, we are all good things aren't we everything is fine, yes this is all just a dream, everything will be fine when i wake up everything is fine now, it's all fine yes fine as it should be, no one is sad, everyone is happy we are all fine aren't we?

everybody smile everybody happy we are all fine, yes fine is good we are all good everything is good and fine here, no bad things no bad things at all i didn't do anything wrong i'm a good person yes i'm good really i am i'm fine and good i'm not bad please don't leave me alone i'm not bad i'm a good person i'm fine and good we are all fine and good bad things only happen in dreams we are good

yes good we are not dreams we are real and real is good yes i'm fine i'm fine and good please be fine and good i'm not bad really i'm good i'm good i'm fine i'm not a dream i'm not bad, i'm real, real is good real good really real good, i'm fine really i'm fine please be ok please be fine everyone is good and fine we are all fine yes yes we are all good things, we are all fine, yes good and fine

it's cold here, it's so cold and loanly, i can't stand all this scilence, please some one say something, don't leave me alone, i'll be good, i never meant to hurt anyone, please don't leave me alone, i can't fall asleep, if i fall asleep i'll be forgotten, please some one, anyone touch me, talk to me, please i'm a good girl, i never meant to hurt anyone, it's so cold here, please, i'm so cold

some one anyone wake me up from this horible dream, i don't want to be forgotten, i can't fall asleep and i can't wake up, it's so cold, so lonely and cold here, no one, no one to hear my crys no one to talk to or touch, no one to look at or be with, it's so cold and lonely. i'm tired of being alone, so alone, so cold ... there is something warm and wet and red, so very red, it covers my hands and

won't come off, what is this red stuff, where is it from, is this warm liquid why i am alone, is this tainted mark of some sort the reason no one will be with me, it's all around me and it is so soft and sticky and warm, and i'm so cold, so very cold and alone, please don't let me be alone, so alone ... i want to be fine i want to be with everyone else, please don't let me be alone

i'm on the edge of this dream, stairing into the abiss, some one push me in, some one pull be back, some one do something, i just don't want to be alone

even here i can not escape my own insanity, out out damned spot, leave not they tainted mark on my hands no more and leave not my tainted soul for others to find. banish me to a darker place far away from the inocents of others and may i never hurt others again... ado ado ado, the grave binds me at last

fare thee well my bonds of flesh and with it all torment i once had, my fiance i bid sorrow, for tinight i break my vow, i am but a weak person, and not able to seek help, forgive me for my actions

ney can i even do this right, the knife unsteady in my hand and my heart skipping beats, too shaky am i for this, my hands that have spilt other far purer blood have not the strength to slay such a tainted beast as myself, what fool be i all alone to not see that evil so planely yet be unable to smite it out as things should be, what vermin am i lower than roach yet unable to squash so repugnant

a being as myself, to let my soul taint this earth and this place, what fool be i who can not end this torment of my own design for i am too weak to plung this dagger of the mind i see before me into my soul and free it of this mortal shell, forever to be rid of pain and suffering ... what fool i am, what fool

even in my failed wake the mocking laughs of those who never would have known me echo in my ears, failed again to set myself free what shall come of things now, shall i once again be tossed into the pit of loons and bard to be forgotten, most likely no one cares enough to know, it is a sad fate one worse than death, to be forgotten ever more

another day another gloomy morning and yet i wake knowing the slings and arrows i will face as i creep about my twilight ritual, washing cleaning, out out damned spot, leave my hands forever tainted mark of red, let my past lay dead and burried as i should be

why must i suffer so at the hands of life when deaths sweet embrace lays so close by my side, how i wish to hold her closer and share my body with death and be free of the cold hard grip that we call life, what a fool i am, too weak to grip death to me, my hands doth tremble each time i touch the knife, drawing back in fear at what color my blood might be should i finally carry through