Self-fulfillment
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Subside the animal,
Slaughter the dangerous pest.
Leave only the innocent,
And abandon the rest.
Creep on the wicked,
And swallow them whole.
Reinstate the sunshine,
And forget the dull.
Every night, I cried, I died inside just a little every night. Every night no one cared, no one dared to ask how I felt, every night. Every night I stared at my scared riddled arms, doing myself harm, every night.
laying ont the ground, shaking
i'ts a silent, dead kind of shake
we all know that feeling when you're so done and you just cant handle it anymore
when thinking becomes a murderer and slowly kills you
To be disturbed,
is to be obscured.
But thats what I am,
a disturbed person who is a nerd,
Who is disturbed by the presence of the world.
To not be afraid,
is to absorb knowledge that is gained,
The ground was cold beneathe my feet. The wind solemnly danced across my face I was not home. Where was this place. The soil ran deep between my toes.I could smell the dampness rushing through my nose. My eye lids drew heavy. And breath was oppres
There it was, flowing in the shadows
Gazing at me, provoking my empty soul.
It then hid behind my heart, defensive and scared.
I chased it through my nerves, causing deep emotions throughout my body.
Breathe and remember that we are here for a reasonMaybe the scars show that we have been through hardships in lifeBut in a while, you'll see that you are here for a reason.
I write because my hand knows what my mouth doesn't
I write because the paper can hold more than what I tell others
I write because it's easier to reminisce
I write because it is a release
This is a peom it took me about 2 hours and I got all the ideas from about 40 rock songs and mixed them all together.
Part One
Why Give up? Why give in?
Its not enough. Never is,
