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Five years ago, she fought so hard to change the way things were. She turned her own life upside down; such determination was hers.
The flashing lights The carnival sounds So many people Hovering in the crowd Overwhelming Sensory-overload Feeling out of place, I just want to go home I see you in the crowd Do you see me.
The sound of your sigh, screams. Disappointment right into my ears. Echoing through my mind Until its the only thing I hear. How I long to stop the exhale, Bring air back into your chest.
What I wish I said Forever burning In my head. Words trapped Like a bird in a cage, The cage made of Lies and rage. Even when you're wrong I say it; I apologize. How many time to I have to say it.
The walls are closing in on me I don't know what to do A helplessness descends As the life I know is through A ripple runs right Through my veins As my head begins to spin I wish I knew the way to...
'What use is it. What use is anything?' Your hands tremble as the freshly drawn blood dribbles along the skin of your hand to drip softly onto the stained carpet below you. 'No, nothing's wrong.
I feel alone, Though you are right beside me. You make me feel strange, odd and unwanted. I hope it's all inside my head and that you love me really, For I love you, even though you may not love me.
#household #torch Hot white light floods every feature, Of the angel and the creature, Godly saint and deadly sin, A daemon, called from deep within.
Why me. Why am I so special. Why do I matter to you. Why was I chosen To be yours. Why me. Why am I noticed. Why do I deserve you. Why was I chosen Out of all others. Why me. Why am I in bullies...
When I look at you it's like admiring a star. Being utterly taken away by its twinkle, its luminosity, its afterglow.
It's time to take a chance Make a decision and go with it, There's no point, none at all in Lingering and lingering, Growing ever insane As indecision eats you up.
I need to vent my anger. By standing in the rain. I need to vent my anger. To wash away all my pain. When the rain falls. They can't see my tears. My heavy, hot tears. That burn down with my fears.
Is this bad, Is this wrong. Had this gone on, For too long. Am I black, Am I white. Am I wrong, Am I right. I talk, He replies. No stories, No lies. All true, No fake. All the compliments, I take.
Unbreakable yet broken, A mass if seething lies, Every breath I manage, Comes as a surprise.
Caged heart, Agitated soul; Truth suppressed, By vows you've sworn. Throne denies Battle of desires; Jailed in a mansion, To preserve the troth.
I don't feel myself today, my thoughts and actions keep getting in my way... I feel so bad and shitty inside, this wicked world is taking me for a ride...
Vast and Deep The dark Satin blue, But not As deep as My love For you. The moon Throbs, Robbing me Of sleep; Sun shed Its lonely Tears, And as They drip, So does Hope fleets.
Sighing through the shadows. Thinking thoughts of gloom. Twas fun for quite a while. But now don't give it room. I'm sick of spooky games. Of scaring little children. And adults often too.
My mind is under your command. Waiting on your every demand. Im in a cage surrounding me. And now Im looking for the key. I saw the truth deep in your eyes. But that was buried beneath the lies.
Such an odd person am I.
My tongue is like a viper Waiting for the next victim.. I mean passer by Who senses my foul mood Of paranoid defensiveness But still... Against all warning crosses the room.
Is it fear that prevents me from shutting my eyes. If so the fear of what. Dreams and subconscious lies. Do I really dread what awaits in slumber so much. Or am I and myself falling out of touch.
Voraciously set each step no regret, Wherefore suddenly a crossroad I met, Frustrated indecision and so I vent, Calamity of choice, woes descent.
The countless promises brought to nothing through that one word, goodbye, the actual lightness of the weight of relationship thats actually light mundane, existence, and the remorse from ones...