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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.
last smoke for a while only a little bud left dragged from the hypocritical pile I like this feeling I'll let him stick around for a while he's not going through anything nothing...
I'm not seeing right,. My heart is in pain,. My eyes are tired of tears,. I have nothing left to gain,. But will you even notice,. Will you stop to see,. What your saying and doing,.
I've been burnt by the fiery flames of love before Numerous attempts to mend...to fix my broken core Have faltered and failed beyond belief All that pain with no final relief.
#disabilityaware There is a girl I know, Her name is Disability, She travels on unseen wheels, With her imagined friend Instability, The demons in her head scream, Miserably reminding her of...
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.
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.
What I'd give to have someone who gives a shit. One thing that frustrates me, more than ever. Is the bitterness and hate that consumes around me, always forever.
Your beautiful,. But with cuts so deep I see the scars of your past. The men you meet, don't become the men that you want. Life throws us curve balls, make it hard for us to hit the rite one.
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...
Your body is like a light, able to hold life. My body is like a vase; cracked and broken so nothing remains. Some can be lucky, yet all the same; able to hold seed, then life you can name.
She burns so sweetly, She stays throughout the rain. They'll never be no fear, They'll never be no pain. Her love completes me, Bliss fills my brain.
Verse:. Just think for a second. About no one but you. Forget about the worries. Relax. Verse:. This world leaves us scared. Where no one is safe. Nothing to call your own. And nobody to love.
A certain disposition. That’s all I ever think about these days. How one’s disposition can be easily misinterpreted and so quickly accused of forgery of oneself.
Sometimes it feels Like a thorn is being Pushed slowly into My chest, A sharp stab of memory With every breath, A slow tearing of my wings, Clipped, flightless, I'm pinned and displayed For the...
Every morning I lie there innocently sleeping When my peace is ruptured by a horrible beeping. My serenity ripped from me, sudden and drastic By this evil, demonic, red-eyed piece of plastic.
Falling down. Further And Further. Until theres no elation left. Only hard ground. A solid block of reality disguised as paragraphs and words. Surrounded by tampered thoughts, a barrage of hurt.
Sometimes it's too hard to find the path through all the rain Even when your eyes are dry it just wells up again Sometimes it takes a million tears, an ocean of regret Before a path's revealed and...
The people have turned against me. And I don't know what to do. For the stars are ever shining. And the sky is ever blue. The rivers are still running. And the mountains, they still stand.
I was their first born baby. Born in the summer they were happy with their young lady. But a sick child I was turning their days a bit shady. But I was born to fight and I made it through.
I've just recently got likes on a old Opuss .. It's called 'Cutting' I wrote it months ago .. I barely remember. My life has changed so much for the better. I was lost in despair.
I grip a glass between my hands, Oh, alcohol. It understands. It doesn't curse my ups and downs, And when I'm sad, it stops my frowns.
And so i begin moving all my clothes from one house to another, i've been at this for 6 months now i didn't even realize until today that i was being a nomad for all this time.
People often ask me if I know you. For a moment I get lost in my thoughts. I remember that lonely boy who constantly feels pain. I still feel that. I remember that sad boy who's tired of life.