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Every face can tell it's story, Every name it tells it's tale. Every step can tell it's journey. Every success can show it's fail. Every feeling can be shown. Every word can be expressed.
I walk in the valley each day Sometimes green and full of hope Sometimes wonder if I'll cope I talk in the valley each day Whether or not somebody's there I'll chat away, I don't care I sleep in the...
There are days when I can't hear a sound. except my own sad story. Twisted thoughts. thrown around. in a state of constant purgatory. I had plans-still do-. searching for my own. moment of glory.
There's so many decisions to make in life. Some cause happiness, others cause strife.
Should I paper over cracks. Or let them open wide. Shall I bottle all my secrets. And place them to one side. Should I stay above the ground. Or welcome the abyss. Shall I aim at my life's target.
There's a button on my head And I don't know what it's for Maybe if I press it I could find out some more The button's red in colour And really rather round I had hoped it would make music But it...
My body's giving signs. That it might like to stop. That's a crying shame. Don't feel fit to drop. Starting to feel pain. A wasted life's excess. Try so hard to win. Without much success.
Standing in the drizzle, waiting for the dog to go. Time slows down to the speed of the rain. Torrential rain, and everyone rushes around. Drizzle and people drift around.
As i sit here with the television on and my wife playing patience, i just have this emptiness inside, i don't know what i'm feeling or even thinking..
What If you were to die later today?. Where would you go, what would you say?.
Shatter, pitter-patter. Won’t open, or close, it’s stuck, problems arose and its bad luck.
When did lying come so easy. Second nature to wear a mask. When did we Collectively Amount to this, I ask. When did hurting come so quickly As a flash of fist or tongue.
im only another mile away, no that's not that far. grab a knife and cut these grounding ropes, set my goals up high and head for the stars. metaphorically of course, my dreams surpass the sun.
here. i stand in a maze,. but i've said those words to many times to say it all again. and so i'll start. I'll turn away my gaze. to stare at a red rose; it's still closed I watch life turn the page.
~ by The Sorrow I face myself in the mirror and recognize my very dead eyes. You took everything I lived for and left me with your lies. All my memories turned to dust.
When I'm alone, I'm often visited by the ghosts of my past. Some are happy and make me smile, Others reopen long-healed wounds and they are as sore as when they first bled.
The music blares, to drown out the thought, That all of my struggles, they were for nought. I can't believe that I fell for the trick they call life. All it has brought me is countless strife.
I can't think straight again today. I'm way too tiered to play. Gonna dig myself a shallow grave. Lay me down to dream I'm brave. I can't think straight anymore. I'm way too drunk to explore.
I've often thought of what I'd give To change the way I feel They say they'd give an arm or leg But clichés just aren't real.
The night is so empty But there's no-one here to see. I can pour my heart out, fill it Because there's no-one here to see. Secrets floating to the heavens, A sacred right that no-one's here to see.
A tear runs down and hit the pillow. Here I am again. Lonely in the dark. Nausious from holding back the feelings. That swirls around. In my stomach. And in my head.
Tonight, the walls have listening ears A symphony of sounds from our drunken years A thought as well, in its makeshift wonder Will be most inaudible to a mind of clutter I will pass among them,...
When I read, the words are narrated inside my head, from somewhere just behind the front of my skull by The Voice. However this voice is not simply a passive speaker.
It is 3 a.m. in the morning, and a storm is raging outside the apartment.