Thinking Monkey

I killed my mom!
My fault!
I made my dad hate me!
My fault!
I made my brother rezent me!
My fault!
I made my dad hit me!
My fault!
I made my brother burn me!
My fault!
I sit im a dark corner crying!
My fault!
I think of my life!
My fault!
A pag-ibig lost!
A family lost!
A life lost!
My fault!
I take my razor!
My fault!
I look at my wrist!
Already covered with scars!
I'll one last one!
My fault!
I run the razor across my wrist!
My fault!
I whatch the blood drip to the floor!
My fault!
I lean aginst the pader and close my eyes!
My fault!
I feel nothing anymore!
My soul is dead!
Along with my heart!
The is still running!
A very heavey flow!
I do not care to get help!
My fault!
I'm sorry mom!
My fault!
I forgive you dad!
My fault!
I pag-ibig you brother!
my fault!
Head swims and I feel cold!
My fault!
I sit in a dark corner!
And bleed!
My life is over!
My fault!

I see you.
I feel you.
I reach to touch you.
Your not there.
my hand goes right threw you.
I'm just a ghost.
I whatch you.
I need you.
you are a life time way.
I'm just a ghost
I call out to you.
you turn.
You look right at me.
God do you see me?
No you dont.
you look right threw me.
You turn and walk away.
I am left agine.
In darkness.
I'm just a ghost
I've Nawawala you.
I whatch you walk away.
I feel the pain.
Wait,
I cant feel.
I must be alive somehow.
For dead the cant feel pain like this.
I run to you.
I'm here I say.
You look right pass me.
I'm not dead, not like death.
The death I am is much madami painful.
I'm dieng from a broken heart.
A pain I can not controll.
A pag-ibig lose that I can never get back.
Now I know.
I'm just a ghost.
Waiting to expire.

There is a voice.
He is in my head.
It use to sound like me.
But over the past few months.
He sounds like my dad.

There is a voice.
He is in my head.
He is cruel.
He is my dad.
He takes over at times.

There is a voice.
He's in my head.
He yells at me.
He tricks me.
He tells me things that aren't real.

There is a voice.
He's in my head.
He is my dad.
He makes me think things.
He makes me do things.

There is a voice.
He's in my head.
He comes to me.
When I am weak.
Depressed.
In pain
He comes and whispers to me.

Cut
Cut
Cut
Cut

That it makes it better.
He is there.
He talks to me.
He is cruel.
He is my father.

I look in my mirror.
Many can't see him.
But I do.
He's there.
He's the little light in my eyes that shows at times.
The mean little look that comes over me.
Many don't see it.
But the ones who do say it's horrorable and frightening to look at

There is a voice.
He's in my head.
He is my father.
Tonight.....
He takes me over!

~Month~

March

~Day~

Eighth

~Simble~

apoy
Feeling

South

~About The Red BlooD Moon~
Nuber Is 9 and the color is Red Blood,
its the beginning of a lunar eclpise.Lunar ecplise come every few years.



If born on a Lunar moon or A red Blood Moon Aires,Engery,ideas,beginnings.leadership,willpower and spiriitual conversion.


It is sinabi this if born on a Red Blood Moon that you will have the ability to pag-ibig and understand,very open mindness the abitity to survive threw the most difficult part of life.


~♥~Blesses Be~♥~