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Lost in a world, that scares me to death. Lost in a crowd, I'm losing my breath. Lost as a kid, lost as an adult. I feel everything is falling apart and it's my fault.
My heart races. I can hear it beating in my ears. I open my mouth but no sound comes out. I'm almost there. I close my eyes. I've said my good byes. My feet began to tingle. My fingertips go numb.
I'm a living, dead shade of myself, walking through an absurd daze, please help. One moment warm as a summerdice, next you freeze cold as coldest dry ice. I want us to feel good together.
I don't know how to feel anymore. I don't even think you'd recognise me anymore. I've changed because I am not human. I'm not happy I'm not sad. I feel content in the melancholy.
I came back from where I've been knowing I must face this alone, with no one beside me and all the terrors upon me.
Why do I feel constantly as though It's only me who feels this way It's only me who's on this balancing beam Trying so hard not to sway.
This is my second song, it's completely original:) Can you save me. Can you save me from the nothing I've become, come and find me, I need you here.
Who ever said fairytale's have a great ending. Your too fake and still not pretending Do you have to always be mean. Take one up the arse for the team. I mean, a satisfying gothic dream.
Stumble over fallen sheets, pounding in my head. Glimpse across the room, this is'nt my bed. Tried to escape for twenty four hours. Unpacked case, new place and hotel showers.
The lights slipping through the half closed blinds illuminated my body, playing over my skin in an almost sensual way. Not to me obviously, but I would like to think that it would be to someone else.
Good or bad. Happy or sad. I can't tell have I gone mad.
This isn't a story or a poem or an article being dramatic and big shit. This is real. I'm reporting an event which has been happenong but ignored but almost everyone on the planet.
Don't you hate it when the world suddenly feels like its turning against you. Like a week ago, you felt that it was all going so right, and now it's going so wrong. But then, what is wrong.
Black. That's what I see. Eyes can't be open. An unknown. Tortured soul. In the dark abyss. Horrid shadows. Sucking me in. Little black hole. Fall again. Fell again. Demons take me. Tell me. Hold me.
"I no longer wish to write" was the writer's fervent claim, for his words have no purpose; they lack meaning and aim,.
In our world there is predictability and unpredictability. Both are predictable. People we usually hang out with are indirectly those who are unpredictable.
-Dubious : doubtful- -quandary- -Quandary- -QUANDARY- My life...
Now milk tasted bitter, far more sweeter was the blood. And he thought it was a Shitter, co's he thought of all, that Milk was good. Never mind, he thought to himself. I'm off out tomorrow night.
I'll drink myself silly Fill my glass till it spills Then slowly pop a packet And down a bottle of pills Its me versus nicotine In a battle of wills Thousands of cold needles Just like porcupine...
When you fell From the ladder, From the pedestal Of my unrealistic expectation, It was a revelation. The sound of your Bones breaking, With a deafening whisper, A reality check.
*to be read in a dull, depressing voice* Hi, the name's Billy, I'm kind of a gnome, And I've been diagnosed with: 'Bad-gnome-syndrome'.
The night was falling around me as were the weary, drunken bodies of the wimps who lacked staying power. The heady potions the evening saw me consume had delivered me oddly alert to the enticing...
Looked up to the night sky couldn't help but ask why do I feel like this like I really just want to die.
The world is a terrible place why do we live for I mean why are so many people horrible to others.