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Grasping all the
SADNESS soaking into me, animosity(the verbal murder) I sit here alone, I'm being ignored.
storms erupt
from the deep blue oceans Stumble Feelings that cant escape me. Unexpressed, taken to the grave. Cant speak of my longing for you. Ill just stumble once more, Fall for you. Ill get back up, eventually. Ill move on. Even though your words taste sweet, they may turn bitter; I will choke on the words I once begged for. Hidden in your interior, most likely acrimonious thoughts about me. Tell me so I can find a place to cry alone.... Alone, like I should be. Shaken, a Bit Disturbed Insomnia set in. I prefer nightmares brought on by reality: a phantasm twisted into worse, existence. Your words burned me, scorching inferno. Tornado lies have beaten me into pulp... Yet Im still alive (somehow).
sickened mind morbidly depressed,
i stand alone Outer Ugly, Inner Torture Hush little angel, my depression will taunt you. Make you resign, send you to hell. Tainted is my speech, cover your ears before you hear what its like to have no perception of reality. visions of black shadow my thoughts. Any trace of happiness, erased, never existed. Lie back down, go rest your pretty head, while I cry at the hideous reflection facing me, screaming suicide. Inclination Inamorata anonymous. Love is an apparition Finding shelter within me. Fear of rejection: You just dont want me. Ill return to my state of depression,living forever in solitude. I suffer from [The great] Depression Years of razor words turn into slashes at my wrists. Watch the crimson liquid ooze from once healthy veins. Succeeding at life, yet trying to die. Happiness: medicated smiles;sugar-coated lies. Bite your tongue. Stop telling me what to be!! Im sick of it all. Trying to be something Im not... Happy
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