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How simple is the solution really? Is it really that easy to live with these feelings? Can I learn how to live while hating myself? Can I function in day to day life without some kind of help?
Some days I feel like a burning candleLong forgotten and wearing thinUntil finally I run outUntil finally I drown myselfUntil finally my light goes outAnd it’s all my fault
Now the leaves are turning to shades of oranges, yellows, and reds, 1   and the ash of yesteryear's past has eluded me, as have my regrets. 2
Look at my face Look at This Face   I know her   These thin lips Small eyes Large cheeks   My eyelashes are short But long enough for their purpose
They yank on their skates, criss-cross the laces and tug on my hand with stubby fingers. The ice is thick and crusted with white chips Pondscum and cattails are hidden under the marbled crust
I hear the sound of water,      gurgling, flowing, breathing with life The sound of water slapping stones,      pushing past the verdant reeds I hear the water join the song of a child,
Je suis dans l'océan depuis si longtemps que j'ai oublié que je me noyais Quand je suis arrivé au rivage -les pieds sur le sable- la gravité m'a frappé
I'm talking about the metaphorical kind (but not really). You can die from stress. My teacher once told me if you got sick enough your brain melts and you drown. To put it bluntly,
It's okay because I've realized that no one really cares. That no one can really hear me when I scream and claw, Trying to climb out of this hole. Surrounded by painful noises,
I'm drowning in the drain Help me out of the pain!
I have three ropes Holding me down About to go in A lake & drown   At the end of these ropes Are three red bricks If I were to cut a rope
I'm falling further from myself,  Down into the depths that threatens, To swallow me whole. The water rushes about my face, It fills in the space left by my body. This is where I die.
So tired o
The sun sets both high and low Someone lets  Their lover go   The waters deep And the birds high It's a small leap Maybe he'll fly   Darkness surrounds him
I hate locking my heart away.
I wept with years bleeding. I cried,
I dream at night, as we all do I'm at a loss of all control of my mind, lost in my dream. The darkness is suffocating as it engulfs me entirely, Physically, emotionally, mentally.
I use to like to swimSun shining down on meAnd there was always himHe had the key But then he swam awayAnd left me out at seaThe ocean breeze then cameAnd set me free
The way you gaze into my timid eyes, You have this way of conquering my breath, So when you leave me I do not but sigh, And dwell upon your beauty underneath. The way I gaze on your enchanting face,
Those little children! They hold it well, but they haven't gone nearly as far as we. They don't depend  on this stuff, this bliss quite as fully as me.
Why humiliate me, then tranquilize me and worse yet make me feel something that I’m not? You’re presence alone swiveled me while your words devoured my heart and those thoughts.
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