the unresponsive the out of touch
they say she's a wall
but in my eyes is a photo never moving
but she's perfectly blissful
but what do i know
I'm just the girl the call unresponsive out of touch
but i wonder if they remember who i once was
or the last time I spoke
i wonder if they saw my mothers death the way i did
i wonder if they know about my fathers drinking
or the drugs the doctors put me on
i wonder if they've seen as many hospital beds as i have
or if they've cut themselves because the world doesn't want them
but what do i know im just the picture girl the one whose is
out of touch or unresponsive
but maybe one day they'll remember
and i won't be such a photograph
- Author: jackal quietus (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 15th, 2018 10:12
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 13
Comments1
You can feel her frustration that no-one seems to realize the truth of the situation. Very vivid descriptions.
I based it off of who I once was I went through a lot and I still have some mental health issues due to all the trama but my parents put me through tanenger and three east and with a lot of tharapy and medication I'm doing much better I'm actually in the process of training a service dog
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