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Life had been a mess... Before the day I met u...I thought that u were an acquaintance, but u came to be much more. I could not figure out the diff between love and hate untill I met u. U changed my life over and over again.
Emotionless through the nights I thought I had a grip It's dark through the days Needing to Bleed It Out And put myself together again Impossible to be whole once more So much has passed so much ruin
I met you at the corner of indecision What a lovely night you bring unto me. A road filled with a snow deep Never had a cold felt like a sunrise. They come for me to seek adventure
I want to look at you and say all the things that are stuck in my throat I want to say how i feel when i'm close to you and how i just don't wanna leave your side
The voices in my head Laughs and stalks Mocking their way to my heart My heart has a door The key Jesus He is who opens and locks. The voices in my head Laughed and stalked
Bleeding because it paints the pictures so heavily spilled in my mind. And seeing the crimson upon my skin Gives me pain that makes me real. Crying because It makes me view
When the clouds roll in, thats when the fun begins Drops of silver falling from the sky, sit on the porch and watch the storm roll by Think of life and all its trials, think of hate and all my rivals
My mind is a mess I tell myself To take action I know what I want I see it right there But I need to do something I want to lock Myself in a white room
Sometimes I have to ask, Why are humans such confusing little messes? Our cry is to be authentic,
A crumpled piece of paper Has no value, has no worth It’s greatest purpose is To fill the dumpsters Burn in landfills, Die and leave No trace of birth.
life is like a canvas u add paint chage the color make the design but with this canvass you are never sure on how the canvas would look or how people will percieve it
Sweatpants, t-shirt, hair tied in a knot, fuzzy socks, cozy blanket, she wears them a lot. Laptop on her leg, slurpee on her side, slouching on a pillow, in her messy bed she resides.
When you have a bad day and you're tired and torn, when you look up to the sky and ask why you were born, don't let it get to you, because you're better than that. Don't let it trouble you,
You’re crying and you’re heaving As pain rips you apart And I can’t help thinking Of how you do have a strong heart Tears are gushing from your eyes Filled with so much pain and anguish
All my things jumbled because the mind is not: and I’ve nothing to reference, so am I truly me?