Punk

Amanda says...

Three years ago I went missing. I'm still not sure where I went. Or who now sits before you. I hope we meet again, me and my former self. She deserves to know how wonderful she is. And how much I miss her sometimes.

The Noose

So glad to see you well
Overcome and completely silent now
With Heaven's help
You cast your demons out
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you off your cloud
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're planning to go about
Making your amends to the dead
To the dead

Recall the deeds as if
They're all someone else's
Atrocious stories
Now you stand reborn before us all
So glad to see you well

And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you to the ground
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're planning to go about
Making your amends to the dead
To the dead

With your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down

Your halo slipping down to choke you now

She Desires Freedom

The Narrator says...

She needs a life completely separate from them. A life of her own, where she is free to be messy and completely insane. She is tired of being told how to live by a band of hypocrites. The loonies who actually think they are running the loony bin. They just keep helping and helping and helping, but they only make it worse.

She wants nothing from them anymore. Not a thing. They only make her head more of a mess by judging her life based on their own standards. Do they not see how destructive they are towards her? Always reaching, try to grab hold tightly to this girl. They keep trying to tell her she is wrong. They make her feel like the number 13, unlucky and forever stigmatized. They make her feel ugly. They make her feel weak.

She wonders if they would think differently of her if they knew the truth about her life that she has intentionally kept from them. Everything she has been through. Do they ever really stop to think why she has hidden such terrible things from them? She wants to move on. She wants to create her own life, based on her own standards. But they never let her go. They tell her not to be a victim, yet the truth is they are the only ones in the world who make her feel like she is. And she cannot wait for the day when their own judgments turn on themselves, and they can see they are no better than she is.

She will run away soon. They doubt she can make it on her own. But in her mind, that is the greatest part of the escape. They underestimate her. So when she does leave them behind, they will have no clue as to where she has gone.

Then she will be free.

"The Big Day"

Susie says...

I am absolutely fed up with my ridiculous living situation. Today was suppose to be my glorious day of liberation. Instead it has been nothing but a bitter reminder of how absurd things have gotten. If it was up to me, this roommate would have been out months ago. But I am not as nice as she is.

I am sick of beer cans constantly overflowing from the trash can. I am sick of entertaining groups of truly retarded boys who really can't construct an intelligent debate, but continue to try anyways. I am sick of falling asleep and waking up to horrendous rap music. I am sick of feeling my floor vibrate every weekend when that stupid, fat bitch (and you best believe I mean that) decides she needs to get laid by a skinny white boy. And I am sick of my body wash disappearing at an unbelievably fast rate. Buy yourself a goddamn bottle of Jergens, asshole.

As always I will regulate the situation. Because, honestly, who else will? But this is the last month I will. And you best believe I intend to make it a month of Hell, since she deserved retribution. Not only will he not be allowed to stay past this month, by the end of it, he won't want to.