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How juvenile you most be to hold that which you hate so closely You call me companion when, in your own mind, that word is synonymous with scum You are the true "companion" Rest in no less than peace
I told you that you took my breath away; Little did I know that you were suffocating me. ~awatr
Who is this woman? She looks like my mom She sounds like my mom She smells like my mom But she doesn't act like my mom She is mean and cold and harsh My mom is nice and kind and loving
When you've got something, like a parent or something, or maybe a pet of some sort. you like it. and stuff. And then you lose it. And it suddenly becomes the most important thing.
We need to have control. Not control on how we’re taught or what we wear, but on the weapons put on display to be seen everywhere.
SometimesI am a lost causeSomeone who is Too depressingToo anxiousToo broken Too far gone In the silence that isMy own frayed mindAnd you don't wantThat mind receiving
It really sucks when you like a song. No, when you love a song. But you share this song, with someone not worthy of the song.
I find it Fascinating The tiny Futures we Envision With one Another Despite Knowing in
An unsettling unrest in a country known for peace. Manslaughter but not if the cop was confronting someone of color.
I am sad but never mad no one knows why I dont get how people can smile when they see people cry
I've tried evading the situation but I have bled for too long and I can no longer be strong My heart has called for a confrontation. The betrayal is quite tiresome
I grew up, expected to be an adult I went through rocks and stabs I know we all fought People watched as if I was a cast No one gave me a hand we all grew up we all went through the wet sand growing with all of my lumps and dumps No one can se
why do I keep trying, why do you want me fighting. I am stressed with myself. Why do you want me here? are you really in fear?
I'm the ugly sweater, I'm just there so you may laugh I'm the ugly sweater, I'm here on your behalf I'm the ugly sweater, I've always been the same I'm still the ugly sweater,
Drown out the thoughts with sound, even when they ask me to turn it down.
Came in a text message I couldn't do nothing but stay still in silence thinking it's a joke I felt used where the values of my heart didn't have no artificial price tag
Trying to connect with my past
Thanks for showing me that I don't fucking need you, That I should not have been so naive I should of known you can change your mind whenever you wanted That the sweet words you said were just to get you by
Losing love like this and that I'm okay, though my mind's off track Trouble in store seems to get me where I'm at Complicated world And that's a fact
Humans all can behave the same. We can look similar, But we are different, obtaining fame. Some not, though you think we're all familiar. We come from everywhere. From apartments to streets to the hotels,
I'm trapped Inside my body. I don't belong Here. Nobody wants me. Here Nobody understands me. Here I need an escape from. Here I'm trapped inside my body.
My heart beats fastAs the tears cascade downStaining my paperWith utter disappointmentFrom shattered hope.
She thinks I am strongBut she is wrongBecause I really just want to cry
Sitting here alone and blue with just my thoughts of you. Looking into the skies all I see you blue eyes. Wishing you were here for I could hold you near.
Like a funeral in an hour glass,you wonder, how slow can time pass?Soon the sane will dissipatefulfilling the end you anticipate,but not soon enough.End? I call your bluff!This will go on forever.
How are you? It's awful I don't know. Where have you been? Not in my life; that's for sure Why did you leave? I can't seem to find you. Why am I still here? You left me behind you.