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And this truth I speak, that love is not what you believe. It does not conquer all, but it can change the world. Though I love unconditionally still they have left. Why.
I remember that night that I had traveled to my families farm. I arrived in the in the pitch black of a hot July night. I turn off the lights to my car, and look out at the field and lose my breath.
I try to fly, But how I fall. I try to run, Instead I crawl. I try to scream, Instead I breathe. I try be calm, But I just seethe. I try to smile, But tears precede. I try to follow, Instead I lead.
{bit abstract...} Sometimes Stuck On the cusp of reality. Wondering Pondering My state of Mortality.
Look out the. Window,. Focus on the. Rain,. Notice how it. Falls,. It makes the. Patterns of your. Pain,. It began with. A gentle. Trickle,. A sprinkle. So slow. And light,. Now as your.
Promises. I kept. Secrets. I kept. But now my last promise to you I can't keep. I no longer want to shed tears in my sleep. Your Promises. Broken. My Secrets. Spoken.
I'm not a hero. I'm not a villan. I'm not a sinner. I'm not a saint. I'm a boy. Stuck in the limbo of adulthood. Paralysed by depression. One problem goes, another appears.
I am sorry, for everything. For what you've been reading, what you might be feeling. I know what I've been expressing must be difficult to take.
I've got miles to go. Before I can go to sleep. I've got long way to go. Before I can finally rest. Long way down the road. A path I'm walking on. Lessons learned. Obstacles to defeat.
I'll do it soon Really I will In an hour Or two Or six more from now I'll finish that project That's due in two days I'll put it off 'til the night before I won't finish.
Is this the end. Does that which hurt us make the fury burning deep inside fueled to a degree that is not logical.
Life's ah game. No life's insane. Misery to blame. Or maybe it's not. Maybe I'm to blame. Or maybe I'm insane. I hope I'm careful. And after every thank you. I hope I say your welcome.
There's a place inside that feels so broken, a place that never seems to heal. I ink about the plight of my everyday life and begin to wonder, is this really my life.
The bitter lies prevent our eyes from reading between the sordid lines. Failing at sight. Falling each time. Our eyes cry tears that painfully tear from the sides. I'm the chosen subject.
Hello again and today is Tuesday, January 22, 2013. If you say that you've never been a hypocrite, then you're not only wrong but also being a hypocrite by saying it.
I told you you don't love her. And I said she won't love you. I said lust was all, and I was right. I know what I said was true. Now I'm with this boy. Who thinks he may love me.
#acrostic. H idden from others you hide the real you. Y ou wear your mask so no one can see through. P ropagating one thing whilst something else you do.
Im hidden in this dark corner. My past creeps up behind. If only I could find a place. Where I was safe. From things that Id once done. But when i tried to hide to my wrong.
Think I'm losing it so I won't bother with a title ill just leave it blank probably like you expression after reading this :). ---------------------------------. Day five of my book.
This is about me and only me. No one else. These are my life choices. Yeah, you're not proud. You can see this is personal. My own choice. You can't see your future. When you're still clouding mine.
Hypocrites disease, Yes we all aim to please, Pleasuring ears with words and sentences, Of tiny lies and pretences, we of Course pretend to be something we're not, Ripened beings, the pick of...
So I'm a maniac. Doesn't matter because. So are you. I run through the nights a full speed. I run through my life at full speed. Oozing cravings. Drinking wants and needs. You are the same as me.
I never thought I'd care Because I never did Not once did I think about the possibilities about anything that I did Or that you did And if I'm truthful with myself I know that I'm still not...
Like you care, what I do. It's me that's damaged, not you. It's not your fault, not his not hers. But is it mine, and all my trapped up fears. Things resurface, with no real cause.