Let Me Free (No Escape)

[Mischief]

“Ashlie....your mom still gives you showers, she won’t let you wear make up, and she still picks out your clothes most of the time. Don’t you want a little independence?”

“Ashlie, throw that away.
“Why?
“Because. It’s tacky.”
“It smells nice, Sarah!”
“Would you want it if it DIDN’T smell nice?”
“Well….no….”
“Then THROW IT OUT.”
“O-okay....”

“Ashlie, try wearing something nice for a change, kay?”

“Ashlie, you’ve got to go out there and make some friends!”
“Why?”
“Because! School is the best part of your life. You might not even see these people when you graduate from school. You need friends. You need them.”
“No, I don’t. Friends are overrated.”
“No they aren’t. LISTEN TO ME. You are going to make friends this year, all right?”
“O-okay....”

“So, Ashlie, I wrote this letter requesting your independence, and now you have to e-mail it to your mom, o.k?”
“O-okay, Sarah....”
“Are you going to do it?”
“Yes, I am.....”
“You are?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”

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There is no escape....

Locked in a prison,
Torn without a key
Desperate to escape,
Some help me.

I’m a puppet
My strings are her strings
She’s taken over my life
I’m stuck in the middle of this dangerous strife

Broken glass from desperate escapes
Torn hands covered in tape
No safety net, I’m a marionette
Even as I fall, she’s not letting go.

My knees are bent
My arms, they bleed
She’s tearing me apart
I don’t want her, but she’s everything I need

I can’t stop these feelings
I can’t stop my screams
I can’t stop this pounding
I’m splitting at the seams.

She’s taking over me
There’s nothing I can do
Please, someone save me
Please, someone let me free

Broken glass from desperate escapes
Torn hands covered in tape
No safety net, I’m a marionette
Even as I fall, she’s not letting go.

My knees are bent
My arms, they bleed
She’s tearing me apart
I don’t want her, but she’s everything I need

I’m screaming and I’m yelling
I’m desperate to break free
You pug your ears when I talk
You’re even drawing with my chalk

I want to start over new
I don’t need you
I want to be free
But no matter how hard I try

YOU’RE GETTING IN MY WAY.

Don’t say you don’t understand
Don’t say that you do
Stop changing your story
Every single which-way.

I want to be free
I want my escape
But my hands are torn and bleed
And I can’t go on without you, for you are what I need

What’s so wrong with letting me go?
Do you like destroying my life?
Telling me what to do,
Mixing me up in this strife?

Broken glass from desperate escapes
Torn hands covered in tape
No safety net, I’m a marionette
Even as I fall, she’s not letting go.

My knees are bent
My arms, they bleed
She’s tearing me apart
I don’t want her, but she’s everything I need

I need and escape
I’m desperate and broken
So please, set me free
Save me from my horrible fate.

But I feel I’m in to deep,
I want to sort it out
The only way is to let go
But you’re something I want to keep

Broken glass from desperate escapes
Torn hands covered in tape
No safety net, I’m a marionette
Even as I fall, she’s not letting go.

My knees are bent
My arms, they bleed
She’s tearing me apart
I don’t want her, but she’s everything I need

Since when do you tell me what to do?
Since when do you control my life?
I should’nt’ve let you in too deep....
But is it me or you who’s causing this strife?

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Mischief the Insanely Emo writer strikes again!

Comments are appreciated.....and bad comments, I'll try to take the best I can because as some people know, I react badly to negative constructive critisism.

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<sup>Wow, thats really good. I really love it. Its like a song, you should make a beat to it.

*Sobs its too emotionative!!!

Really? Why do you think she's doing this?</sup>

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[Mischief]

Thank you. Thank you. -bows in chair-


I have totally do idea. I might call her on her cell phone, becuase I have t otell her that we don't have comcast anymore, and if she e-mailed me back, please e-mail me what you werote to my AOL name. Which is esactly thre same as my comcast name. which is strange.

The conversations at the top tha tI put are in fact real, and they came from our past three or four sleepovers.

It is a song. I still have to find my guitar bok....TO THE BOOKCASES!

But not right now. I'm listening to a CD that I might burn. It's made up of NOW! That's what I call Music 15, Hilary Duff, and Aly & A.J. I spent most of yesterday afternoon making it, adding ratings to it, making sure six and sixteen were rap songs that I'd never listen to anyways, becuase I hate rap and numbers that are six or end in six, and I also added who sang it and the CD and the Genre that the songs were in, and the titles to some of them. tiring work, and If I had my Evanescence CD, I'd import it onto here and add some songs from there into it.

But sadly, I NEED A NEW EVANESCENCE CD.

She's very imspiring. I can still remember the words to 'Imaginary'. I hummed it yesterday as I drew patters in my notebook and thought out this poem/song/thingy.

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<sup>Coolio. I don't like rap either really, but its funny when my bro dresses up as a rapper. Its even funnier when he tries to say rapper, because he can't so he says WAPPER! At the top of his voice...

You should send that to her, it should get the message through.

Sorry if there is a missing letter in a word where there is meant to be a "d" because my d-key is playing up...again...</sup>

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[Mischief]

It's o.k

I don't see any missing letters that I know of...

I forgot her e-mail address..... -sob- I should ask her to spell it out for me!

I should e-mail Talia too...She's allways quizzing me on it. So I should know it by now.