Alice Is Dead. (Song by Hania Lee, poem by me.)
It swirls around me. The smoke. As I sit here.
I'm dead.
It carress' me. The billowing smoke around me. It streams, and runs throughout the room.
How could I not see it?
The magic. The supposed perfection of life. Such a lie.
I was tricked to let it in.
He told me, he told it would work. Told me it erased all unwanted problems. Emotions.
I was blind.
My body, it rebels against me. My mind, hates me. And yet, I want more.
He was a theif.
Temperature, hot or cold, I feel neither. My mind runs wild.
He took my sanity.
The magic never existed. But the result didn't vary.
I them in.
I freeze, and sweat in snow. I can't eat. Can't sleep. It's like a bad breakup. But worse.
It's all a blur.
People laugh. They see, and they know. I know is obvious. Clearly from the looks I get.
They taunt me.
I made a bad desision. A wrong choice. And it turned against me. As did all the people
They judge me.
No one knows what happens inside. No one seems to care either.
Who could?
This...thing, it makes me want to rip my hair out. To bleed out the pain, the urning.
I need it.
No one helps look and walk away. No one wants to get involved.
It's to complicated.
How can I bear this? This pain? I can't. Without help. And I have none.
I, Alice...Am dead.