(Not sure if I posted this before, can't find it on here)
I won't ask for it
Nor do I expect it
(I pray for it)
And if offered it
I'd probably reject it
I scream it!
At the top of my inner voice
(((HELLLLLLLPPP!!)))
Nobody hears it
But that's my own..stupidly stubborn choice
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I hate that smile, the one I plaster on my face, the one that says I'm happy. The only thing that tells otherwise are my words. The words that honestly tell you I'm not okay.
I'm going insane in the brain. A clichΓ©, I know. My thoughts I simply cannot train, as I'm slowly losing my marbles with these incoherent garbles.
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 ?.
Does it sadden you to know that you are nothing more than layers of flesh hiding bone. That when the sun goes down you'll be nothing but alone. It does for me.
My own, DARK HALF HOUR of the soul, I'm losing control. It's taking me whole. My own, DARK HALF HOUR of the soul, Clouding my mind. Making me blind.
Somedays it takes all my strength just to feel alive,. If I was pulled any thinner, I don't think I'd survive,. I am just the empty hollow in between your dreams,.
it's like walking forward. with your eyes closed. it's like trying to turn the lights on. feeling the walls for clues. nothing to help you. except your own brain. but if you use it.
A thousand eyes glare at me, A thousand hands push me down. A thousand lips scream obscenities But I don't hear a sound. Pulled in every direction, I can't handle anymore.
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