Sarahberrycakes
New Here
I'm seeing them. Everywhere I look, they run across my way. I would give them a name, but then would that make them real? Across the couch, one runs under the cushion. Across the floor, one runs behind the table. Don't look now! There goes another! In the blink of an eye; at the turn of my head; what are they here for? Do they want me dead?
I try to ignore them, these little black thingies. I don't understand them, nor do I think I want to. I told the right people. They agreed that I'm crazy. They put me on drugs, and I take them like a good little girl. Apparently my little black thingies aren't afraid of the pills, though. They still stick around.
Oh, eyes, why do you mess with my head? I would rather you not pass any information to my brain than to let me know that you see them running all around me; taunting me. Brain, leave me be. Let me live and die in peace. I want to be away.
I try to ignore them, these little black thingies. I don't understand them, nor do I think I want to. I told the right people. They agreed that I'm crazy. They put me on drugs, and I take them like a good little girl. Apparently my little black thingies aren't afraid of the pills, though. They still stick around.
Oh, eyes, why do you mess with my head? I would rather you not pass any information to my brain than to let me know that you see them running all around me; taunting me. Brain, leave me be. Let me live and die in peace. I want to be away.