Giggle...keep giggling. The only happeness that runs through my veins.
My forced, blank out, insane, giggling.
I feel flesh between my nails, I giggle even more.
My eyes are blank, my wing is spread out, wanting to take small flight.
But I'd rather stay in my puddle of blood.
In my own dark hell.
"Look, it's that crazy kid."

Go ahead and mock me, for some reason I don't care.
I'll stay in my puddle, and you'll stay in your sins.
I'm trying to repent, blood is help me.
Visions are running through my head, past and present.
Is my whole life a sin?

"Maybe we should get her to a hospital?"
"And touch it? You're just insane as her."

I cry my tears, demons and angels running through my head
Wondering who will win the battle and reign control.
It's all up to me.

"Are you sure...she's....bleeding..."

Nobody cares, but neither do I.
I giggle once again, lost in the darkness but I'm seeing a Light.
Which will win?
The question's answer lies within me.

"Fine you screw-ups, I don't care if you don't want to be my friends anymore, she's horrbley bleeding, so I have to get her to a doctor."

Ahhh...the sweet words of pity...they fill me with jow as someone picks me up and drags me along the courses of the shadowy halls.
"Thank you..." I whisper, being dragged.
A friend...?
I guess the light wins...this time...

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