The walls inside my head are thin, 
I try to release my screams that I'v kept within, 
I murdered all the demons inside but only blood and death are left behind. 
I try to stop this endless torture, 
I'd do anything to stop this pounding deep within my head, 
A little girl begging to be let out but she is dead, 
A child who grew up to quick, 
My memories make me sick. 

Reliving pain during the day, 
I want to replace this pain with something gay, 
But happiness is not something that you gain, 
You must kill to have your own way. 
I'm tired of playing the perfect child, 
I want to please my parents but they're in denial, 
They can't accept that I am dead, 
They need to forget the girl inside their head. 

The walls inside my head are thin, 
I keep my screams buried deep within, 
I murdered the girl they used to know but I long for silence in this hallow home. 

Suffering through forgotten pain,  

I am sick of these chains around my wrists, 
I miss the razor blade's deadly kiss, 
If only riots were filled with silence, 
I wouldn't want to end this internal violence. 
My wrist are forever bleeding, 
All I can hear is my internal screaming, 
If I were to let it out, 
It'd be a song and not a shout.

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~Cecelia

*3 days ago*

Why do i have such rotten luck? Randal dies on me and leave me with his two rats and now im being tooken to jail  for those two rats.

If anything they should take away that little phsyco, Rose. She needs to be put away. It doesnt seem like it but shes more traumatized and messed up in the head then youd think. Ive seen it alot when she was akid, when the wound was still fresh. Shes learned to mask it over the years. In all honesty im alittle afraid of what she'll become.

Id have to strike her a few times to let her know whos boss. But i got back to drinking and most of it was a blurr. I just know that the strikes turnt to beatings and afew times turnt into everyday. In my sober states i would ignore Rose and Rayne. Because they remind me of him and i would simply break down everytime i look at them. Honestly i dont hate them, i never did, i hated myself. I was currently at the station and was getting questioned about what happened last night.

"..I was at home and my friend Thomas came over, he was also our landlord. Rose and Rayne had just came back from school when he started looking at Rose kinda funny. Then he grabbed her and dragged her upstairs. I tried to stop him but he locked the door. And.. and then he started hurting my daughter." I forced fake tears out my eyes and look down at my lap. Yeah, ive messed up in the past and regret it but its far to late to fix things. Old habits never change."When i finally broke in, i saw that rose had killed Thomas. I went down stairs to call the police and then she started attacking me and screaming how shes gonna kill me. Then she fell down the stairs and i checked to see if she was ok but she lunged at me. I had to hold a bottle at her for protection." I finished my statement and looked down at my lap. It was kinda obvious they werent bying it. I wanted to be an actress back in the day before i got pregnant with Rose at 17, but it never worked out.

"Is that so Mrs. Parker?" The detective asked me. Now that ive noticed the detective was very handsome and well built....What? Im a women of many sins. One more wouldn't hurt.

"...Because we spoke to Rayne before you and he gave us a totally different story." He said crossing his arms. Damn they had me."He could obviously be lying to protect the bra- girl." I said with a innocent smile.

"Mrs. Parker are you aware of the drunken abuse youve given your two children for the last 4 years?" The detective said darkly.

I was about to answer when my words caught up in my throat."I..uh....i didnt-" "your gonna be locked up for along time in prison. Im sorry but your under arrest. Anything you say or do will be held against you in a court of law." He grabbed me by my arms and placed two silver cuffs on my wrists. He tightened them, which pinched at my wrists.

"W-wait wait, uh-uh Rose she has a mental disease. Umm- ptsd. She got it when she was younger. Shes messed up in the head, SHE needs to be locked up." I said trying to by me some freedom. I wasnt going down that easily. If im going down im taking them through hell with me. The detective looked at me. "Thank you for the information but we'll deal with her. All you need to worry about is if you have a good lawyer, cause your gonna need it." He laughed as he dragged me out the room.

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A/N: sorry this chapters short but we are on winter break so ill be updating more and longer chapters.

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