Voices of mistakes

You look at me
and start to cry
you shake your head
and still i try
i try to tell you

' Mummy it wasn't me
i did not kill her i swear to you
it was the voices they told me to
i never wanted to hurt her
but mummy what else could i do?'

you say few words
that's all you spoke
these words you said to me
' Leave this house,
leave me alone
you really are a bad mistake '

I'm crying now
I'm crying blood red tears
their streaming down my cheeks
these voices are so powerful, I can't get them out
and still I'm crying
while the voices are laughing

no where to go
no where to hide
maybe mummy was right
maybe i really was a bad mistake

i run to an escape
my only choice
the only way out

and there i am
constantly swinging
over the river of crimson red
on a branch stretched far
far over the rivers edge

the prettiest tree
that I've ever seen
now holds a rotting soul
that soul, being me

hoping some of the beauty from that very tree
will one day maybe,
rub off on me
still crying tears of crimson red

(C) Lucy Green

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