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I thought you were here. I thought you would stay, Not run away, Like all of your friends. They said we were perfect. But they don't understand. We're stuck in the sand That you buried us in.
As my walls start to crumple and crash around around me I stand in-wait for the light to start shinning threw the weak remains of shelter Absolute darkness engulfs me instead I walk out in the pure...
I've lost all I've loved. You think you have nothing, when you just want pain. There's this sick twisted want that when you look into my eyes, you somehow see the dying me on the inside.
Please I want you to hate me. I don't want your sympathy I want your hate. I want my life to be absolutely terrible so I can justify my pain and sadness.
My life Is held in both my plams. My life is been worthless and everything seems wrong. I try to love my life but nothing gets left behind.
What you look at me and want to battle kid. Is it cause I'm white and my swag is relevant. With no fear of possible embarrassment. Well then, In relevance to your benevolence. .....
I fucking live off coffee and cigarettes, to be honest i just don't give a shit , thats deff another lie, affirmed by my predisposition to cry. I claim to be emotionless when really I'm overrun by it.
"Here i am again, head full of hectic, once again so easily i forget this, my face has eroded from the tears over all these years , feel my presence in my entrance, hallow to all surroundings, and...
"once agin i pick up this pen........oh well, here we go again. Hanging here as i suspend. I will not be crucified again!!!. I cant keep my thought's together today??.
This isn't a grammar lesson - more psychological. The thought is if humans started making more intellectual decisions over emotional decisions wellness and prosperity would be greater.
Broken promises of a better day to come. We strive to go on lonelier than ever before. Thinking of those memories that cut like knives, we soon turn to things that can take our lives, but does it do.
The sounds of the night reach his ear from where his at. He looks down, the world looks different when you look down.
I realize that I have a lot of stress and frustration and anger built up inside if me. It comes out when I feel out of control.
How come I can't tell people I cry ?. And that I feel really sad sometimes ?. Why can't it be ok if I don't know why ?.