PixSkata wrote:
I will tell the truth:
I'm not a faerie, neither an angel nor a witch.
I always felt the need for being special, I had such high hopes for myself.
I wanted so much more for me in life, to be more than just another girl.
Be careful what you wish for.
Because one day it just might turn out to be your new reality.
Every wish comes with a curse of some type.
All of my days.
All of my nights.
All of my life, it is like a broken record now.
The beautiful but melancholic Gloomy Sunday.
On repeat.
Over and over and over and over again, an infinite amounts of loops, truly a never ending tune.
Except there is no record player and I am broken too.
There is no music underwater.
It was one of the one most ordinary days,
I thought it was the time for my last mission in life.
My plan was to just let the ocean take me,
with the incredible force that we only see in nature.
One last message to the messed up world I was born in to.
I thought it would be the last day of my life, but my dream had been full filed.
But I wasn't dreaming anymore, more like a nightmare but I am awake.
Self hatred pierced through when I woke up, to my surprise,
I wasn’t dead? How?
I had became this creature, half human, half octopus.
First I was enraged and confused.
Tentacles instead of legs?
But I got my wish to come true,
I’m representing more to the world than just another girl.
Not really the way I wanted it to be...
So much more to the world now so they caught me.
My new home is a water filled tank and a broken nonexistent music player.
They call it research, but in my eyes it more like torture.
They test my blood, collecting parts from my bone, but mostly just watching me.
I’m representing research, watched, like an animal.
Half animal, I'm just half a human.
I'll come back to haunt You. Because I no longer have freedom,
I can’t do the only thing I always had & still has on my mind.
The thought of letting the cold, dark water fill my lungs,
I will come back just to drown.