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Burning in the crystal fragrance of being left alone. I try to not think of what is home. The friends and phases I'll never know. Emotions turn into a firework show.
I made a mess of myself again, (Regret, shame, regret) It doesn't help; pain never eases pain, (Regret, shame, regret) It takes me ever further away, (Freak, loser, freak) I'll deal with my problems...
I really shouldn't be complaining about my life. I have a family, roof over my head, and food in the cupboard. But here I am, finding myself complaining, because that's what people do.
It was cold. I was freezing. I had a few more miles to go. walking through the snow. makeup smeared from the night before. neighbors staring, "what a whore". what more can I say.
How does it feel. To embrace the pain. As failure sinks in. A pain of shame. How does it feel. To watch the torture. As the man burns. And you're the scorcher. How does it feel. To watch her fall.
New Year's Eve, spent with new friends, in a new bar, on the edge of town. Slowing down, moving on, newer friends, coming undone at the smallest things.
"SAVE ME, SAVE ME" Screaming people crying Crying for thy savior, but Is blind to see the truth Oh, can't you see Rain is falling from sky 'Cause angels shed their tears CRYING for your sins I...
Blast it. I've been caught. This binge drinking girl, Has been out witted at last. There's a bottle of advoca In our house. No one drinks it really bar me. I only do this when stressed or frazzled.
One more cut. Another burn. Just a sip more. I never learn. One more go. Just one last hit. I'll stop, I will. I can handle it. I don't need this. Can quit anytime. I'm perfectly okay.
I know I said I'd stop it, Just one more go, I swear, It helps me at the best of times, A comfort: cause it's there.
The aroma is the sweetest. It is the most addictive. I cannot ever get enough. Of my rich chocolate love. The taste is ever so more-ish. It is the most delicious. Run my tongue over each crumb.
Tracing over long healed scars. Cuts unnoticed. Below radars. Hickeys from my one true love. My razorblades. What pain is made of. Memories of scarlet tears. That blur confusion. Dilute my fears.
This muggie little druggie (I could tell because his movement were very sluggie) Just moved in next door. The needles were scattered all over the floor.
You of all people Judged me before I had the chance to explain It hurts.
You'll go back to smiling just like me A picture drab as stone A girl whose all alone Her eyes a slight reflection, Perhaps some past rejection A subtle hint of your memory And without a thing...
White lines for sadness and sorrow. Blue pills for never ending joy. No one ever gives a shit. If you're a man or boy. Always the money. It's all for the wealth. You can sniff it or shoot it.
The ranking system my theory is it's a hook, We were are the little fishes that downloaded the app we looked at this rank thingy on the right hand side and thought I can do better than that.
Not a nice subject for younger audiences adult subject. Christmas Eve as I lay in my bed, Visions of sugarplums should be present in my head.
I think I have a drinking problem No not alcohol but tea Sometimes I put the cup to my mouth I miss and it pours all over me.
Oh the sickness. Sibling racket of misfortune. sacks for addicted sex sound tune. To flesh she's bound ,. A spirit she's yet found,. Deep beneath chemicals layed in.
I wasn't planning to go out that night But was convinced by 'just a few' I fell in love just instantly The second that I saw you In you I saw beauty Joy, unbridled passion I also liked the good...
He used to have it all: Money, friends and love, A good relationship with life And the world around him. But after a while he faltered. As the years passed by he slipped And he became someone else.
Fuck this. I'm just... I'm just desperate. I'm pathetic. And I'm relapsing. On the brink of collapsing.
The middle aged man. Who's done it all. He lived a life. Before his fall. He had three kids. And loved them well. But "It" took over. And then he fell. The teenage mother. Who's child was taken.