Isabel Chelisia Villa

Real world

Spaced out of the real world,

Hiding, so i don\'t have face the truth.

Finding out, i have gone mad.

Running to find reality. 

Hoping, not all is lost.

Fighting to hear your voice through the static.

People who have never been able to know me, trying to show me who i am...

Are we all not just dieing to love someone, not just something, real?

Uncertainty, about who i should be, clouds my mind.

Wishing i had a stronger hold on the life i have been living.

Looking ahead never behind.

Figuring out my past my just be lies, only i still smile through it all.

Screaming for you to wake me from my dreams turned nightmares.

I have to find a way to save my sanity.

Before i find Alice\'s horrifying wonderland.

\"Did we take a wrong turn at the rabbit hole?\" 

The voices ask me.

To Hear them clearer I have to go to the blue caterpillar.

Tempting me to haze with him.

I take a drink from the flask of a siren.

She showed me my future in this life if I continue to block out the real world.

The malevolent words spoken in a flow of beauty.

I start to lean towards wanting to leave this life.

Start a new one.

One without pain or misery.

Life with no one to know me.

A life better than the one I am leading now.

Only one problem.

I will always become spaced out.

My mother always told me not to talk to strangers,

But what about the ones in my head? 

Again the voices speak their twisted, unclear words.
I am lost in the span of time.

Trying to get back to the life i was in.

The voices now have bodies.

They hold on to me as if I am a long lost childhood toy.

Their grasp is to strong for me to break through.

I wake up just as one goes to stab me in the heart.

Realizing this potion of mine is now poison.