BrokenStuck in a warped reality,Broken
A mockery of what I once called 'life'
Every exit seems to close just as I reach it, So why should I keep trying?
But I know that I mustn't stop, For, if I do, I'll have forsaken everything, My beliefs. My hopes. My dreams.
But can I still fake it?
I watch others around me, Growing. Learning. Coping. Yet I see some Falling. Failing. Decading.
If I continue to live the way I do, Bitterness will control my mind, And Hate will rule my heart. I must change, and soon...
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AlwaysYou stand there, before me, Broken, battered, bruised. Yet, you can't relinquish control, you won't, You can't admit weakness.Always
I want to hold you, squeeze you tight, You're so precious, so special. Every step you take resonates with
Your braveness. Your kindness. Your compassion. I want to tell you to let go, to forget the world, But you won't listen,
Selflessly putting yourself last, As usual.
I want to heal you, steal away your hurt. But you want to keep that hurt, You don't want to let others suffer for you, So you suffer
AloneOnce, a while ago, Someone very dear slipped away. They slipped through my hands and abandoned me. My heart hardened. More people came and went, and my heart, Disappeared. I hate the person that started this trend, But only for what he did to my angel. But my angel is slipping away, And her fate is different And Irreversible. And I don't want to be left Alone.Alone
FreedomIt seems impossible to venture the concept of freedom, When the hands of others grip you and drag you down. You want to be free, yet, Defining that almost, Forbidden word is Impossible. The past taunts you - slowly releasing you before snatching you back.Freedom
Now, the question I ask is this; If freedom is sought after by almost everyone, Why has no one found it?
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Tired
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There's no more life left to live...
If I can't be me, I don't see why I should even be.
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There's no more life left to live...
If I can't be me, I don't see why I should even be.
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Life is just living in confusion. Its what you make of that confusion that matters
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