Silent Whispers,
Immobile.
Please Confuse Me,
With What is Normal.
Crying and Sobbing,
Looking Distorted.
Please No Sympathy,
Make it Retorted.
Sawing Away,
At My Own Sanity.
Please Don't Stop This,
Because It's All New To Me.
That Void That Was Empty,
Seems to be Filled.
The Voice That I Hear is Not of The Ill.
She Saved Me Once,
She'll Save Me Again.
Or Maybe She Wont,
And Leave at The End.
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