Tell Me
You said i was a mess. I guess I must have been possessed. Do you know what it means When your soul comes undone at the seams.
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You said i was a mess. I guess I must have been possessed. Do you know what it means When your soul comes undone at the seams.
I don't know how to sleep anymore. I watch the sky bright-eyed upon its freckled scene, as its light gazes back upon me and my spineless soul.
Sometimes, you're told something. Something that changes your life drastically. This thing should upset you or anger you. But it doesn't. You shrug it off. You think nothing of it and carry on.
How do you know if something is wrong. When your mind becomes a game of simple roulette. Where its pain filled like the game of Russian roulette. A game to win, lose or die.
Today I feel like the weather; gloomy, stormy, bleak and with more turbulent times on the horizon.
I never had a family, no children, no parents.
There is a man outside shedding his skin on the street, Because no one has told him his life's on repeat. Society tells him he likes it that way, Sketched black and white, void of gray.
Shimmer shimmer bleeding black star,. I wish I'd know where you are,. I need a wish to help me out,. In my dark world full of doubt,. Shimmer shimmer bleeding black star,.
i feel like a thought faker, writing all the thoughts of another thought taker.
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Why when it is late at night, I close my eyes and I see the light. Why when I wake in the morning, it is so dark, is it a warning.
As I walked alone I saw A shop that wasn't there before Here, just opposite the park A quaint old place, strange and dark I gingerly opened the door Couldn't even see the floor For piled on high all...
Its like Learning to crawl again; When you're stuck with your head in the ground. The bottomless well has thousands of yells, And the words build up their mound.
It is only now that I'm starting to appreciate the phrase 'Young at heart'.
I was sharpening a pencil when my mind began to wonder. Could I be sharpened. Fixed to the point where im acceptable.
Each mornin' I get up I die a little, can barely stand on my feet. Take a look in the mirror and cry 'Lord what you're doing to me.
All for you..... I'll tear my fragile soul apart 'Till my end and from my heart. I walk these streets inspired Seeking my hearts desires. I'm frozen under a weeping willow, tears falling and I...
So after an entire week if work some of us hit the bottle. The bottle of your choice, mine is wine a bottle French red and for others whatever they fancy.
I lost all hope that day. It was a ritual, like a bully and his friends backing a child into a corner, there I was, alone.
Would you destroy something perfect to make it beautiful. Watch it fall apart at the seams only to be repaired in an unorthodox manor.
First I was DYING to finish high school and start college. And then I was DYING to finish college and start working. And then I was DYING to marry and have children.
2:05 am. A black crow falls dead in the middle of the road. My mind wanders as I try to imagine how this could've happened. Disease, murder, fate of just pure chance.
I need a break. When everything becomes too much to able on you're on edge: just waiting for that one word, one action to push you over… but it doesn't.
So recently, at this crucial point in my life I have been wondering. I wonder a lot, in fact I live in my own little land of wonders - but this wondering is different.