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I never quite understood the logic behind loneliness. Because sometimes, it is when I'm surrounded with people I feel the most alone.
Dear Comfort. On a calm, rainy day. Whose velvety touch blanketed me in warmth. And washed over my racing, thudding heart. You ran away some nights ago. And left me screaming into my sheets.
((I remember back when... When I told you I struggled with daily life.. Because I questioned my own existence.. When I wondered if I was real..
I don't even want to try anymore. I'm so confused about everything. Is my best friend really my best friend. Is she worth the struggle. Am I really in love with someone I haven't a chance with.
I was walking slowly. The moon was shinning in the dark of the night and a thousand stars were covering the sky.
My skin can't keep it in My heart keeps pumping My body can't contain My adrenaline again This time could be the last Present time, not the past My head is expanding I don't know how I'm...
You say goodbye to the halls and the classes. Say hello to a job and the taxes. The weekends with old friends spilling into 9 to 5 routine.
Wipe your eyes Crumbling tears Crackling lids Morning is near Sun comes up Guns a blazing Grit my teeth Squint in amazement Weak as death Not sick or old Working hard To crack the mold Remember...
....Let's just call it an experiment, evolutionary by design, to push and test to the very limits all that is manmade, taught and ruled. I am not dissimilar to you nor you to I.
Dear Doctor, look at this mess... Sorry to say, We made it. We're hopeless, This isn't what you'd call romantics, Can you stitch together a mess in me. No.
You should be somewhere better. But you're not. You're here with us. Being complacent. Having the biggest shirt money would allow. That you need for all the feathers. Do you feel resentful.
A carousel of. emotions are spinning. inside my head. Eyes, the portal of. my soul have long since. been dead. A puppeteer takes. control of the strings. of my heart. Whilst the ghost.
Don't worry, I would never lead you astray, can't you see my perfectness, in this confused fray.
The tide is turning The sand is drying My mind is swirling My heart is crying It's all too late Who am I. What do I want. What can I do.
Is this the real life is this just fantasy caught in a land slide no escape from reality open your eyes look up to the sky's and see im just a poor boy i need no sympathy because im easy come easy go...
Dear Diary.... How come you got so big. I remember when I first started you; I was just a fish in the sea (or maybe a speck of dust in God's hands, it was such a long time ago!) And now look at you.
You know when you get those days when nothing goes right. I just want to find something new in my life. I'm fed up of what I'm doing at the moment.
The walls come tumbling down and take with them all the history every written on them. All the untold tales that they witnessed and withstood wiped away as they fall.
Many life changing events and threats happen in our lives.
So much to do. So much in the way. I want to forget it. And just sleep all day. I don't want to leave. The warmth of the sheets. I don't want to wake. And face the workweek. I want to get sick.
"What do you mean it's too early for beer?", he said with a mischievous smile. He looked to the sky and than said with a sneer: "I havn't had beer for a while.".
I shut my eyes to the world and I see a little boy at the pier, watching ships undock; daydreamer eyes in a mist of strange and distant lands that wouldn't yield to the sound of gunfire.
I could lay here and pretend I'm sane. Cry out the lies I've given just like I have been everyday.
Smash-. at last-. every dick is looking for. a single bat of an eye lash,. straight seeking seized gash ,. that shit never lasts ,.