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vivian-harper-scott
vivian-harper-scott
American I just made you up to hurt myself. / / And it worked.
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It’s 5 A.M. again. I’ve repeated this routine more than I’d like to admit Everyday seems more torturous than the ones before Yet I still self-destruct. Nothing is accomplished because there’s nothing to be done The problem is that’s not true There’s far too much and it’s all building up Causing me to slide right on down Too much to handle. Since when? The simplest things seem impossible. But why? What’s the point? If you can’t even find the point to the ******* point? What does any of it even mean? What does this even mean? I guess maybe that’s the point. The point to the ******* point.
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 6:07 AM UTC
The Point
It’s 5 A.M. again. I’ve repeated this routine more than I’d like to admit Everyday seems more torturous than the ones before Yet I still self-destruct. Nothing is accomplished because there’s nothing to be done The problem is that’s not true There’s far too much and it’s all building up Causing me to slide right on down Too much to handle. Since when? The simplest things seem impossible. But why? What’s the point? If you can’t even find the point to the ******* point? What does any of it even mean? What does this even mean? I guess maybe that’s the point. The point to the ******* point.
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I guess you didn’t know That I have a lost and uncomfortable soul. She screams and shouts to overcome the pain But without uttering a word because fear is in reign. Is it all in my head? Another discerning dread that she feared and left unsaid. How did I get here? This black funnel and clouded sphere have her trapped inside with no hope to adhere. Like an impending doom forever encompassing everything she’d once dreamed All the things that used to be will now never be—at least that’s how it seems. Not knowing what to feel or how to bestow her love All hope for that was ruined with the very first shove. How does one proclaim the truths of their heart? If everything they’ve ever loved always seems to get ripped apart? Forever afraid of the what-ifs and of the worst All because of that stupid ******* **** who immersed. Thrusting all of her hopes and dreams into the chasm of perception What used to make sense has now seemed to be blackened. Happiness used to prevail inevitably, or it at least seemed attainable But can now only be hastily found with the help of an Rx bottle. From afar her eyes sparkle and shine like the rarest of diamonds Cerulean blue like the water surrounding the tropical islands. If she refuses to let you in, you’d never believe she was so sad But even the waters of paradise conceal desolate bad. He’s sent her on a spiraling staircase slowly down to hell Forced to suffer one small step at a time, while he upwardly propels. I guess you didn’t know That I had a story to tell. I guess you didn’t know That my soul is not well. I guess you didn’t know That I have been enduring hell. I guess you didn’t know Because I’m trapped in a distorted and torturous shell Desperate to find the one who holds the key to unchain me & cast away this spell.
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
Unchain Me
I guess you didn’t know That I have a lost and uncomfortable soul. She screams and shouts to overcome the pain But without uttering a word because fear is in reign. Is it all in my head? Another discerning dread that she feared and left unsaid. How did I get here? This black funnel and clouded sphere have her trapped inside with no hope to adhere. Like an impending doom forever encompassing everything she’d once dreamed All the things that used to be will now never be—at least that’s how it seems. Not knowing what to feel or how to bestow her love All hope for that was ruined with the very first shove. How does one proclaim the truths of their heart? If everything they’ve ever loved always seems to get ripped apart? Forever afraid of the what-ifs and of the worst All because of that stupid ******* **** who immersed. Thrusting all of her hopes and dreams into the chasm of perception What used to make sense has now seemed to be blackened. Happiness used to prevail inevitably, or it at least seemed attainable But can now only be hastily found with the help of an Rx bottle. From afar her eyes sparkle and shine like the rarest of diamonds Cerulean blue like the water surrounding the tropical islands. If she refuses to let you in, you’d never believe she was so sad But even the waters of paradise conceal desolate bad. He’s sent her on a spiraling staircase slowly down to hell Forced to suffer one small step at a time, while he upwardly propels. I guess you didn’t know That I had a story to tell. I guess you didn’t know That my soul is not well. I guess you didn’t know That I have been enduring hell. I guess you didn’t know Because I’m trapped in a distorted and torturous shell Desperate to find the one who holds the key to unchain me & cast away this spell.
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