Chirp [Amended]

A Poem by Hallow

White flag waving
A desperate attempt.
Stir the pot, slowly,
A face of contempt.

They all hate me
They wish me dead
But wait, they don't
It's all in my head.

And I can't stop
The wind in my ears.
I can't fight the feeling
That keeps me from tears.

Round and round
At the small town fair
Merry go round of doom
Impulsive with care.

F**k the voices
F**k all these thoughts
And here I Will stay
Drunk on self-rot.

But maybe I won't
And it's a silly ploy
Maybe I'm dramatic
A toddler with toys.

Slip, sharp, chirp, shink
Black blade of woe
Slices out weeks, years.
Slaughtered like a doe.

My brain is failing
And my words stumble.
Lets dance with knives
Until we just mumble.

Into a swamp of fear
Feelings are so fickle
Emotions are the worst
Warm sort of trickle.