'depression' 'Pain' 'sadness' 'despair

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The world mirrors my reflection I see my face everywhere I look Windows, walls, and people All wear my pale face   I see the light and wish to hide Shadows and darkness are my friends
Here I lay,laying in the darkness. Where no one can see me bleed,No one can hear me scream. Taking in the scenery,people pass without thinking Maybe it is time,to let them see
 Monsters of the night, they haunt me. They want to kill. Their blood lust transfers, I am the victim.   Rage and pain fills the once whole heart The blood lust is now mine I want to kill
Sometimes I wish, Out loud or in my head That this was just, A horrid nightmare. A nightmare that is way too long, And way too heart breaking. Sadly this isn’t a dream or nightmare,
And there were days where I was jealous of the moon, For she heard the cries and the secrets that spilled from your bloodstained lips,
I felt it. I felt the way he looked at me, Like he knew the words he would say would cut me and bleed me out.  I saw it.  The way he caressed my face and the way his eyes had lost their gleam. 
I can be a far greater nightmare than you could ever imagine But that has not always been the case. I was always the queen but snow added the EVIL to my name
For Curt.    His eyes were an offset blue, Identical to the unyielding forces of the tempestuous sea and the churning influence of the clouds. Or were they an unpolished silver,
I hate to be sad  But I cannot help to cry  My tears are dropping 
With no talent, no money, no help  I strive to be successful  I have the drive to reach all my potential  But never once the bright shining star  I only attempt to be good enough 
You might have said once that you were never going to break your promises Or you were never going to stop caring  Or you were never leaving my side  Or you were never going to stop loving me 
I understand I understand I understand But still it hurts like a cold cruel hand   To fast in one direction Make a mistake, find a correction An unneeded connection   Pushing through, up I stand
There’s a Stranger in the mirror Unclear and hiding Who it is I fear And why is she crying?   Soft drop falls From her blue eyes A voice behind her calls Is it she I despise…  
Sad depressed people all around Some are happy others are down My grandpa always sad It just made me feel all around bad   He locked the room all the time
She's spent hours staring into space with no thoughts in her head. She's spent days clinging to words They say words can't  inflict pain But time and time again she looks into the mirror  
I want to be a real boy. I am a real boy. I am a boy.... I am real.. Right? What is real.
Once lived a a young womenShe had stringy hair of gold that hung so delicately from her bony, pale white shouldersShe was a mystery, from top to bottom
No matter how hard i try to conceal this shame.I can’t silence the echountil I know the sourcefrom which it came.It emanates from close by.Yet this source of the soundconveys a meaning I don’t recognize.What does it mean?“The only value you find i
Trapped on an island and rotting inside The world is cruel and I despise The raft I built is standing strong It has to get me to where I belong The fish are leaving so I must too
The dark in the light is not viewed often Like a friend’s funeral with an open coffin Not many will look but those who do Will take a glance and walk on through No one wants to see the pain that comes
They take so much and never give back I feel as though we are under attack My home my family now all gone I cannot even sing my pretty songs Running away from those who take
My Favorite Place Taylor N Many other’s favorite places lie, They make it seem as if things will never go wrong. Like when it’s warm outside,
Sadness consumes me. Will I ever feel loved? All pain, all sorrow.
Find it in yourself, to breathe and shout, scream and bleed, to break free. Though when all goes to doubt, bring yourself to see what it really means to be dead and gone.  All those sins and lies you hold  in your heart was  for nothing. all those
Drip Drop The blood pools at the wound Drip Drop The wound weeps crimson tears down my leg Drip Drop The pain is intense Drip Drop
  It’s really nice to see you again, though you are wallowing in self pity I could smell the alcohol from the driveway as you sauntered your way in through the door
I can do nothing other than dream                                           Of what we could have become
My body is paper. I fold myself to what you need Scribble pretty words on myself So that you’ll think I’m Pretty Smart
I am like a raindrop full of pain.Falling out of the skybecause my life was just a lie.Spinning to the groundwithout making a sound.I knew my life would never last.So now I think of my pastas life around me goes flying past.In my eyes goes memorie
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