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living dead then lovewhy is it that hes the only one capable of raising my pulse? or making my heart skip a beat? i mean so little to him in comparison to him to me. how can he have such a great power that he doesnt want or even acknowledge? he is my everything. no one has yet to even compare. i try to leave room to hope that someday i will find someone/ or be found by someone who will make all the pain i have left from him go away knowing in my subconscious that could never possibly happen because no one will ever be able to get through the huge lock and key i have around my emotions. i feel bad for the people wholiving dead then love


its worth so much morewhat would you doits worth so much more
if your hope and dreams
come tumbling down
right before you?
would you sit back and an let them slip away
or would you do everything possible to try and reach for them?
i would reach for them
anything worth dreaming
is worth the time and effort.
when you love something you should let it go?
i dont think so
i think when you love something you should hang on for the bumpy ride!
small things others let go.. i ponder about for what seems to be eternity


Untitled2Anger driven emotions, hidden by my insanity. Deep thoughts and insights, blocked by the confusion. Timid, shy, careless masked by boisterous claims and paranoia. Love for a woman, repressed by the hate of myself. Young, innocent, naive, forced to grow up too quickly. Kept in chains until my mind is released by drugs. Wrapped in guilt and sorrow, but forced to act happy for my brother. My mouth spews forth insults, all really meant for me. Weakness, vulnerability, and intimacy, killed by pain. Self-esteem lowered by manic-depressiUntitled2


I'll thinkI’ll lie down in my bed And listen to the sounds Of my innocent sister crying And my troubled father dyingI'll think
In these times of solitary I reflect upon my life I remember all the events That caused me the most strife
I think about my life And all the pain its brought All the pain I’ve given Al the lessons life had taught
I’ll think about the abuser I’ll think about the witch I’ll think about the cutter I’ll think about the bitch
I’ll think about the killer I’ll think about the tears I’ll think about the pain &nb


With Every Kiss{listen....} {just please listen}With Every Kiss
before you go please take my hand and bless me with every kiss
you are my reason my push for all this
you are my dream my path unvailed you are the smile to keep me sain
bless me bless me to love me bless me bless me
keep me whole
colors reform as the cloth blows from this cross the colors of tomorrow so meaningful so true
there is no monster behind this truth the rain is falling the sun sp


Just a DreamYour voice echoes in my tainted mind Resonating like a despondent nocturne The organ sounds in empty church halls Your face is marred within my very eyes When open, I go blind to the world around When closed, that face won’t let me sleep It’s naught but a dream Just a dreamJust a Dream
I’m haunted by this ghost I can’t find This plague you bear makes my vitals churn Forming the face drawn on these ugly walls The twisted glare that never seems to die A room so bare with bitter remorse abound With blood-soaked walls and bed sheets It’s not what it seems Just a
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adjusting, BORED AS FUCK XD
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