Thread:TheDarknessInHeart/@comment-47014387-20201209153200/@comment-47014387-20201209185951

(Okay lol- this was a vent.)

I'm sick of standing by

Like watching my world fade away

Like watching her slowly die

I am sick of  wasting away

Its like they never thought for a moment

Fantasies, illusions and delusions

Plague,sickness and mental torment

She can't find out how to keep moving

All these pains, urges, and impulses 

Drag her down with no mercy,

Cant find out how to quench her thirst

They don't even know they made her worse

And I'm just stuck a counselor

Tell me why i should just stand by

I  just don't  want to watch her die 

How often They almost made her cry

They don't see they pain they caused, to them she takes it all

This would shall sneer and watch her fall

But what happens when she stops and leaves

Please just let her be

I am sick of standing by

So caught up in their own hate in living

Causing her to loath in vivid imagination

Fearing the disoriented reality of what growing up will really be,

Wishing only to be set free

I say enough is enough, 

And that is my final say

 

All her Fantasies, illusions and delusions,

Plague,sickness and mental torment

She can't find out how to keep awake through

All these pains, urges, and impulses 

They never though that  for a moment, all her smiles quickly fade away

She would  give herself away to them 

 her all she has came to be

They rough her up and pick her clean

And I am to see what she becomes?

I refuse to watch a monster form, her soul becoming so torn

Ripping away from reality she falls

I try to catch her but she goes right past my hands

What do i do when the weaker one distorts?

I am sick of fighting her state of mind, illness and fear consumes her every  move

Yet she tries to survive and become

A creature unknown, she thinks she really is alone

And I'm just stuck a counselor

Tell me why i should just stand by

When I  dont need to watch her die 

How often  she hid in darkness and almost cried

Fighting back tears that became vital to her life

They think they are helping-no they made her torn

I choose to fight when she cannot

There is no place for the weak in this wold, no matter how nice and sweet

The weak ones will fall, so I refuse to let her suffer in defeat

Together we will survive, united we thrive.

Life ain't a game, we need you to realize

Its either you rise or you fall, because life is a brawl

You need to learn how to dominate you obstacles

You gotta know how to depend on yourself

How to feel full when your alone

She dont let me help, yet she complains shes alone

Jesus child, cant you see the source of your trauma?

Soon, sister Ill show you to live on your own.
 * Cameron