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If it werent on the list, it'd either be "Zooom!!" or "My Demise" Zooom!. Past my face Hair thrashing Into the winds sweet embrace Zooom!.
I tried to make change to our life, But you wouldn't let me, I tried through pain and strife, Can you be free. Can't you try to transform, The life that we live in, Before I start to , Commit a sin.
If someone asked for my story, Would I have one. Would it be like everyone else.
7. Heaven #100days Part 5 I screamed. The fall came so unexpected, it took me a second to realize what was happening. I was falling fast, tumbling toward the ground in breakneck speed.
Is this what it takes. Fighting to keep eyes open, body shakes. Tip of my tongue bleeding a spreading ache. Trying to make what it takes. Failing mistake after mistake.
It takes years, you start with hating living, not even considering ending your life, then you start wishing you'd die, yet not doing anything about it. Finally you entertain the thought.
Sinking,. Deep into the murky water. At first I tried to save myself. But it was impossible. The rope around my wrist began to burn. The anchor which is attached, pulling me down.
A bit of a rant... Would you change yourself if you could. Just completely change everything if you got the opportunity. Your name, your looks, your personality, your nationality.
I lay motionless in a state of stupor, Staring wildly at the cobweb waving at me from aloft. Taunting me, reminding me of the wasteland my life has become.
Unaware and making shots. Words rot. You say you're not. That person you said you hated. Your portrait's fading. This is blown out of proportion. My decisions I'm living in.
I'm a pebble in the centre of the earth for all to see. I put on my mask before I wake and be the man that I'm supposed to be.
...something we always knew was ours. Lost, but living. Loving, yet hopeless. Knowing it hurts to wake up, and wondering why you bother to move aimlessly about your day.
I'm not too sure what this is. But could you give it a read and tell me what you think. .... I swear, I never saw it coming. I didn't really see what was right under my nose.
'Recollecting the city makes me smile. When you’re on your own, the city becomes your confidant, you know. Because a city is never just a city.
If you could read my thoughts, If you could go through my life like an open book, If you could see me for who I really am, Would you hate me.
A desire Leads to fire Burning out the pure My sins bleed blood red Waters closing in over my head But I'm okay No I'm not An endless battle...
Be oblivious. Ignore the obvious. You must have missed the point. If there was ever any understanding It long since left this joint.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone really grasps how much pain I'm in. Then I feel selfish as I realise somebody else is in worse. But in that selfish moment.. I'm scared. Scared of what I'll do.
When I was young, on my life I swore, To be something different, to be something more. But as I grew older, my dreams were lost, Left cold and helpless to die in the frost.
It would take five seconds. Not even. To never see anything again. But something holds me back, makes me look up as the evening sun sinks lower into the sky. Nobody cares, I remind myself.
Surely there is more then this.
There is a sense of invisibility when you’re denying yourself to be happy. It’s not by choice, no. It’s a sense of being completely worn out.
I wake up in am empty room, no doors or windows. The walls are completely blank except for a tiny purple smear in the bottom left corner of the third wall.
I am lost in a daze, I cannot find my feet. The sky's in a haze, And I've lost all belief. I've given up on hope, And I'm ready to leap. I need a new life, One that I'll be ready to keep.