coralinesdoll666

my mind is a broken record something that once was beautiful but now is not i repeat things i have already said most of the time without stopping i am a burden a thing that most people throw away because the things i say you do not want to hear i am your least favorite pat of a song the part you always skip i am not something that will ever make anyone happy because i confuse people to much to do so my mind is a broken record something that cannot be fixed but forgotten

drip,drop,drip,drop,drip...    The only sound I hear in a pitch black darkness that consumes me. The air is freezing,but I've become so numb that I can't feel anymore.My eyes have adjusted enough to faintly make out four walls and a door with no windows. The door is always locked, but I go to check it everyday anyway, considering I have nothing else to do. I must check that door a hundred times a day,but I went to check it anyway. I turned the knob and forcefully push the door,this time, to my surprise, it opened "that's a first." I said to myself.    when I opened the door all the way I was greeted by a wave of sticky heat, almost as if

drip drip drop see the tears fall tick tick tock hear the time leave the clock crack split shatter feel the pain of glass breaking split splat splatter taste the blood from your glass flip flap flutter see the last butterfly wave goodbye clink clack clutter hear the knives against the sharpener boom bam crash feel the hurt of the star fleeing the sky fumble fumble smash feel the alluring toxins as they destroy you boom bam crack goes the lightning in a storm ding ding dong goes the last chime of a clock split splat shriek goes the glass as it hits the floor sniffle sniffle weep goes the girl crying behind behind a l