Desperation Concentration

Laura go mad Laura go crazy Everyone knows She is insanely Going over the edge Ready to burst Ready to face The very worst She could be Schizophrenic Or anything else That could make her panic She is obsessed With the slightest things She just wants To sprout a pair of wings To fly away Far away from here So no one could know Why she lives in fear No one understands What goes on in the mind Of someone who doesn't want to be Left behind Her head is pounding With all this mess She's telling the world To give it a rest The world won't listen The world doesn't care The world just wants To strap her in a chair The portal to her mind Is completely open Unable to close With things that were spoken Nobody listens To what she has to say They just tell her To stay away Letting the river flow From her eyes does sting So does being alone Without anything Her whole right side is aching She's tired of doing the right thing Why won't someone help her Bring her out of suffering Curtains move In her room But she never did Make them zoom The only thing She realy does Is listen to words In a song that was Not in her head before Which are now At least they don't think of her As just a silly old cow Nobody takes her seriously For what she really is They all think she's just An outdated old fizz She thinks they all Want her to die All she wants Is to know why Why they want her gone Away from them for the rest of their lives She wants to know what way With a rope or with knives What she really wants to say is She wants realisation On how to live through Desperation concentration When no one wants to help She's no one to turn to To help her, to know What she's going through Now she wants to say No more bad sensation Please, help, no more Desperation concentrationI wrote this when I was a depressed 15 year old. Way back in July 1997. © on Oct 22 2001 09:55 AM PST, Laura Rose Knowles   personal • angst