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I’m not happy, can’t you see? I dying and crying endlessly And when my tears dry up I’m left by myself To crawl out of the dirt
Its so hard to be strong when you want to be weak Its so hard to wake up when you just want to sleep Its so hard to leave the house when you just want to curl up in bed Its so hard to eat when you don't want to leave your room Its so hard to fight
Tears roam. They taint the atmosphere as light ominous vapor. I've cried enough for us to both be pain free. The idea of leaving this room is the catalyst of a cataclysmic brain freeze. I don't wanna be free. Anymore.
We see what we think, But what's thought is not always seen. So don't see, watch.
Greetings stranger, I am from the O.s. galaxy; many aliens have died in futile attempts to battle. Welcome to my mind, the requiem of of reality.
I hear your anger, I feel your cries. I can smell the fear of histories repitition; the thought of certain memories guard you heart. You cannot forgive nor forget. How could you? It broke your mind,
Dreamer, I am a scatter brained, introverted, unstable dreamer. My hope is rooted in my faith, my faith is in these cereberal illusions that cause denial and confusion.
Jus gimme that 5, I'll be bak with change yo Jus wait in the ride, I aint tryna bang no The LIQ of Crenshaw by the pizza hut  2 bottles & a swisha, break it down & reConstruct
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