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I don’t remember exactly what I was doing.
Exactly what made me stop.
I remember the storm sending shivers through the walls
The raucous thunder crashing through the skies like a marching band
And the rain
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?
