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Nathan Alexander Oct 2018
It's been so long,
Since I've been singing this stupid song,
It's like a nightmare,

Never getting anywhere.

It all repeats...
It all repeats in my head,
But even if I forget,

I'm still in my eternal regret.

And I can't leave...
I can't leave this place,
Because I'm too scared,
But I just can't bare,
Another night of that blank stare,
At my **** ceiling,
at 8 AM,
Not having slept,
Just go to sleep, forget,
Get back in the loop, once again,

Probably another day closer to my end.

And I can't try...
I can't try doing anything,
Because if I do,
I hear those voices in my head,
Telling me to run away, forget.

That's it's not my place,
It grabs me by my face,
That monster, shadowy gray,
Makes me want to die,
Closes my eyes,
So I give in,
And I end up sleeping again...
Ending up in the loop once more,

Every day is the same.
Sorry that I haven't written anything recently, for the people who... Follow me? I guess? I don't know why you even would.
Nathan Alexander Oct 2018
Nobody worthy of believing,
I’m hurting, and hurting,
Stabbing me, and burning,
Enduring, enduring,

For nothing...

Over, and over, and over,
People like you keep appearing,
As time goes on, And when I weaken,

Their fangs, the closer they drew.

Fear of humanity.

Living in hiding.

A friend, but only in name.
We were never the same.
Another thorn in my way,

I don’t, just do not need.

I can see now, you always lied.
Laughing at me, nearly every time.
Welling my eyes, with a sudden pain...
Staining my brain,

Will it ever change?

I can see you now, my heart.
Broken again,
Pick up every part.
But I know, this will never end...

Someone will come tear me down, again.

Somebody worthy of relying,
I’m trying, and crying.
I’m needing...

Any kind of leading.

Hating humanity.
... But in reality...

The thing I hate even more,
Coward, I can’t ignore.
This pointless, useless coward is me,
I hate,

I really hate.

Now I can see you, my heart.
Broken and shattered,

Hide it safe and apart.

Tell me, how can I see the end?
An easy way, to be be free, then?

Holding a noose around my tightened neck.
Closing my eyes, run away, forget.
Waiting for help on an SOS.

Nobody came, but I guess I’m already dead.

Now, that I see you lied...
I live in fear, burning up inside.
Creating more wounds, than I’ve already got.
And when I found that,

I couldn’t stop.

And when they found that,
They forced me to stop.

Now, I can’t see my heart.
Forgot where it was,
So, it’s safe, and apart.

But even now, all it does is sting,
I guess you can’t make the hurting end.

Is there an easy way to be finally dead?
Been a while.
Nathan Alexander Sep 2018
I had found you.
I had left you.
I forgave you.
I forgot you.

You posessed me.
You controlled me.
Said you loved me.
Said you'd **** me.

He is speaking,
Speaking for me...

I'm worthless human being.

He's still speaking,
Speaking for me...

Keep your voice down, or he'll hurt me.

Exorcists can't save me now,
I swear to you,
That I'm fine.

Please, let me die,
Nerves that I grind.

Speaking louder, in my own voice,
Blocked by the voice of a demon inside.

I act coy, and I play nice...
Only to die on the inside.

I need an exorcism.

I͈̊ ̳͋n̺̈e̘͂e̲̽ď̘ ̖̋a͚̚n̞͠ ̗̓e̹̊x̯̓o̤͠r̲̋c̳̕i̘̚s̞̓m̂ͅ.̤̃

Ḯ̴͔ ̴̝̑n̷̟͘e̷̙̋è̷̱ḓ̸̍ ̴̱̌a̷̗̚n̵̺̾ ̶̖̆e̴͇̅x̶̬̍ǒ̶͜r̷̍ͅc̷̻̈́ḯ̴̫s̶̮̋m̴̲̂.̶̱̍

Ḭ̸̡̢̯͈̰͋͐̆͌̀̚ ̵̲̭̖̞̙̺̈́̏̅̀̚͝ņ̶͖͖̤̹̲̑̈́͐̂͂͂é̵̢̛̝̜̜͍̼͌̽́͊e̷̡̢̹͎̦͓̅̊̏̃͛͝d̷̫̎͐͒̍̓̉ͅ­͉̱̝͈ ̴̠̻̯͎̖̝̇̍̔̄̚͠a̶̢̗̥̥͖̐̽̿̐̉̿ͅṅ̵̟͔̠̲̠̺̀͋̃̂̚ ̶̧̪͕̮͙̉̎͒̈̓̈́ͅḛ̷͈̯͕̬̝̈́̿̈́̽̈̌x̸̲̥̺̫̟͂̾̓̏̓̑͜ó̵̢̡̹͚̜̈̀͑̾̾͜r̸̢̰̊̎̔́͂͗­̜̹͔͚ç̶͚͈̩̯̹̊̋̿̏͝͝ï̵̧̙̳̦̯̒͑̐̇͘͜ș̶̫̠͍̫̥͑̉͊͒̓̕m̶̨̱̣̜͈̰͑̌̈͌̀̏.̴̓̇͗­̧̡̲͕̭̲̊̈̓

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It happened once.
It happened twice.
It won't happen again,


I̶̢̖͚̲̭̭̬͔̯̙͆̉̽́͌͂̽̓̾̓̐ ̸̢̦̟̲͉̣̪̠͎̤͋̀̏̒̀̑̌̐̋̓͠w̶̮̭͉̤̗̖̤̯̮̗̝̒̾̍̎̀̈̈́͂̐͠͠o̸̯͈͕̜͈̳͑̎̑́͛͗̋̍̿̈́͝­̧̦̗̪͍ņ̸̡̹͕̞̻͚͉͇̗̼̍̀̿̌̇̑̇̊͑͘͠'̵̡̮͎͚̠̠̘̱͎̻̄͐̒͗̉̽̊̂͋͝͝t̸̑͒̀̔̈̆́̀͘̕͠­̢̢͓͇̹͎̞̼̣͙̫ ̸̗̤̗͉̹̰͎̘͓̩͆̐̾͂̽̈́͊̋͘͘̕ͅp̵̨̫̬̫͍͚̥̥͎͙̺̆͆͊͌̎͑̉͒͆̇̕l̸̡̮̙̪̓̀͗̓͗̽̉͋̽̕͜͝­̙̟̼̝̱̭a̴̡̮̮͈̭͚̥͓̰͈͓̓̊͐͒͋̏̇̈́̚͘̚ŷ̷̮̞̯̪̲͍͚̼͓̥͊̈́̒̈́̔̒̌̓̓͘ͅ ̴̨͖͔̤̫͇̻̘̱̭̹͌̽̈́̓̋̃͗͋̓̓̓n̴̡̛̛̹͖̹̪̯̥͖̭̉͊̆̏̿͛͒̚ͅi̴̢̛̩̯͓̜̠̬͂̈́̏͑̊̈͑̇̋͠­͙̺̪̪c̶̨̻̟̬̠̣̰͔͕̰̤̈́̐̀̀̊̾̌̿̕͝͝é̷̡̛̠̮̫̪̠͚͖̗̹̭̈͌̑̐̾̎̕͝͠.̷̀̉̔̑̌͂̏̌͛͝͝­̥̻͔̜̲̬̻͉͙̫


You spoke for me,
You spoke for them,
This is number x̶͍̟̽́x̴̢͎͌͠ẋ̴̱͗͜x̵̬̯̅̃ẋ̸̦̟͐x̴̞̭̾͗



G̸̢̰̘͉̹̬̥͍̯̗̳͗̄̎̃̏̾̽͒͗̄̉o­̸̗͔͓͈̻̙͉̩͇͉́̎͊̍̏̑̽̉̒̚͝ͅ ̸̡̡͍͓͙̭̭͔͚͔̉̏̆̎̑͐͌̊̚̚͘͜b̵̡̨̰̭̭̱̞͓̲̙̑̊͑̌͆̀͛͒̄̚͜͝ä̷̛̱̩̺͓̪̿́͒̍̎̕̚͝͠­̢̞̞͉̯͚ć̵̡̡̙̥̲̟̳̹͉̝͕͌̑̌̊̑̀̌̃͛̚ķ̷̨̹͔̦̗̬͎̜̯̓̈́͊̌̀̓̌̅̕̕͝ ̸̗͚͍̣̜̙̝̦͈̱̈́͑̏͒̔̈́͛̓̃̄͠ͅt̵̡̧̩̗̖̞͕͓͈̜̩͑͑̎͆̿̄́̌̂̄͝ö̴̪̖̰͔̬́̉̈́́͛̎͗͘̕͘͝­̰͔̖͈̖̜ ̶̡̡̖͇̻̞̩̪͔̟̊̓̓̏̏̽̈́̌̆̚̚͜t̶̨̝͙̥̣͇̯̪̟͎̺͒͊̾̐̋̐̎̄͋̚̕h̵̳̼̟̘̠̲͐̒͐̒̉̓̈́̒̚͝­̧̹̰͙̘ę̵̨̬̠͈͈̫̹͕̓͋͑̒̂͂͋̒̐͆̇ͅ ̵̧̨̛̙̗̱͔͚̞̪͎́̑̊̽̈̂͋͋̎͜͠d̶̯̜̜̗͎͖̠͚̜̩̑̐̈́̉̅͋̅͌̿͛͠ͅä̵̢̙̺̖͈̅͒͒̐̾͊͌́͑̓­̢̬̖̩͚̯m̴̨̮̟̠͓̦̩̼̖͍͒͐̈́̽̀̀̓͑̈́̂̊͜n̴̡͕̩̗̞̫͈̙̰̳̟̂͒͆̉͐̀̉͆̏̚͘e̷̅̇̊̌͛͌̔̊̕­̢̤͔̙̦͔͇͇͈́͘͜͜d̵̞͚̲̣̟̩͙̹͎̦̲͌̌̌͗͊̿̔̈́͆͝.̶̢̨̻͓̮͖̼͚̲̀͊̍̂̄̓͋̒͜͝͝͝ͅ



H­e is speaking,
Speaking for me...


I̸̡̱̥̙̮͔̫̦͔̭̐̎̑̉̊̊͑̄͛͐̚'̸̪͕̞̼̪̜̪̣̞̗̰́̽̏͊̽̋̅͐͊̋͝m̷̈́̀̊͒͛͗͝͝­̮̠̤̞͉̱̘̗̣̬̒̈́̿ ̵̨̛̻̹͔̙̣͉͓̻̟̩̈́̊̊́̀͑͊̚͝͠ḁ̷̢̛̩̮̥̗̙͉̦̣̹̇̈́̋̔͋̚͘̚ ̸̧̡͇̬͉̤̩͎̰̫̙̃͂̃͂̈́̇͛̔͒͑͠w̴̛̫̼̝̯͙̱̤̘̦̾̀͑̈́̍́̈́͆̿͜͠ö̶̲̻̪̬́̓̇̅̏̆̒̃͂͜͝͠ͅ­̜͖͍̠̱r̸̺̣̪͚͔̟̞̜͉͇̿͋̎͊̑͐̈̑̌͒͆t̸̨̢̛̝̞͚̹̫͔̥͚̑̂̀̏̈́̀͑̓͜͝h̸̛̛̛̟̫̃̾̎̈́̽̕̕­̙̠̘̙̼̬̠̹̦l̸̡̧͔͖͚͉̞̖̖̦̳̃͊̂͊̊̀̆̈͘̚̕ę̷̰̻͕̣̥̣͖̼͎̗̒̂̈̔̾̿͒̉͛̇͝s̵̛̀̾̏̏̀­̨̥̱̤̲̼̖̪̫͉̔̿̾̕͠ͅš̶̢̛̪̠̫͕͉̠̱̪͓̱́̾́͛́̈̂͘̚ ̴̘͈̝̫͈͔̙̣̖͖͕́̀̓̈̓̍̿̽͝͝͝ḥ̷͉̰͖̭̠̱̯̞̓̃͗͒͑̀͛́̽͋̚ͅͅů̶̥̤̗̞͊̑̔́̊̋̓͘̚͜͝­̙̙͈͕̻̯m̸̛̠̰͙͇͔̯̻̼̪̜̑̈́̓̒̔̋̈̒̈́͂à̸̳̰̥͍̣̝̪̻͙̺͖̐͛̀̓͛̃̈́̍̽͘ň̵̋̿̿̿̋̇̈́̑͠­̯̬͇̻̙̲̟̙̘̰̻͑ ̶̢̨̩̫͎̭̙̼̻̠͒̃̏̌̈́̊̓̌̌̀̿ͅb̶̨̖̰̳̘̝͙̬̝̺̭̄̆͛̆̾̈́͛̂͑͛͝ḝ̸̢̜̠̪̗̐̅̑͒͑́̇͝͝­̞̫͎̫ͅì̸̧̟͓͖̖̠͍̝͎̜̅̀̊͐̃͑̋̔͜͠͠ņ̴̨͔̹̘̫͎̪̜̞͛̂̔̐͒̈͌̌̊̈͝g̸͐̎̑̊̉͒́̓̋̕͠­̧͙̠̪̻̯̠̞͚͕͜.̵̡̛̘̜͍̠̥̙̖̻̱̞̊̇͒̈́͛̐͂̋̀͠


He's still speaking,
Speaking for me...

Keep your voice down, or he'll hurt me.

Exorcists can't save me now,
I swear to you,
That I'm fine...

Please, let me die,
Nerves that I grind.

Speaking louder, in my own voice,
Blocked by the voice of a demon inside.

I act coy, and I play nice...

Only to die on the inside.

I need an exorcism.

I͈̊ ̳͋n̺̈e̘͂e̲̽ď̘ ̖̋a͚̚n̞͠ ̗̓e̹̊x̯̓o̤͠r̲̋c̳̕i̘̚s̞̓m̂ͅ.̤̃

Ḯ̴͔ ̴̝̑n̷̟͘e̷̙̋è̷̱ḓ̸̍ ̴̱̌a̷̗̚n̵̺̾ ̶̖̆e̴͇̅x̶̬̍ǒ̶͜r̷̍ͅc̷̻̈́ḯ̴̫s̶̮̋m̴̲̂.̶̱̍

Ḭ̸̡̢̯͈̰͋͐̆͌̀̚ ̵̲̭̖̞̙̺̈́̏̅̀̚͝ņ̶͖͖̤̹̲̑̈́͐̂͂͂é̵̢̛̝̜̜͍̼͌̽́͊e̷̡̢̹͎̦͓̅̊̏̃͛͝d̷̫̎͐͒̍̓̉ͅ­͉̱̝͈ ̴̠̻̯͎̖̝̇̍̔̄̚͠a̶̢̗̥̥͖̐̽̿̐̉̿ͅṅ̵̟͔̠̲̠̺̀͋̃̂̚ ̶̧̪͕̮͙̉̎͒̈̓̈́ͅḛ̷͈̯͕̬̝̈́̿̈́̽̈̌x̸̲̥̺̫̟͂̾̓̏̓̑͜ó̵̢̡̹͚̜̈̀͑̾̾͜r̸̢̰̊̎̔́͂͗­̜̹͔͚ç̶͚͈̩̯̹̊̋̿̏͝͝ï̵̧̙̳̦̯̒͑̐̇͘͜ș̶̫̠͍̫̥͑̉͊͒̓̕m̶̨̱̣̜͈̰͑̌̈͌̀̏.̴̓̇͗­̧̡̲͕̭̲̊̈̓

I̸̢̨̭̤͖͇̗̮̯̱͔͇̘̥̙͉͔̿̊̈́͛̉̉́̌̿͂̇̊̾̎͋̒̕ͅ ̷̧̛̩̮͖̻̺̖̱̳̰̥̝̣͈̲̹̀͗͊̆̿̈́͂͗͌͘͘̚͜͝͝͠n̴̢̥̼͉͕̗̗̩͉̥̦̻͉̉̅͌̐̄͂͛̾̄̈́̂́̀́̕͝­̧̢̮͙̹ḙ̷̢̡̨̟͙̜͙̫̺͔͕̠̫̩̰̱̃͗̾͊̎̔͌̀́̋̏́͘͜͠͠ę̶̛̠̹̼̣̰̞̒̈́̎̎̌̍͒̀̿̄͋͘͘͝͝­̨̡̖̼͚̳͔̝͇͇ͅḑ̴̡͎͈̗̹͓̖̺̹̪̲̥͕̻̞̀̅̓̇̀̆͌͐̇̚̕̕̚̚͠͠ ̴̧̨̠̣̺̻͉̟͎̟̥̺̻̼͉̰́̋̿̒̑̓̈́̏̂͑͋͆̈́̾͌̀͜͝ă̸̢̢̳̗̤̮͉̹͚̙̽̑̈́͌͐̅͒͂̎̅͗̋͝͠͝͠ͅ­̪̬̥̮̰͜ņ̴̯̹̩̯̬̙̖̗̗̱͇̭̥̱̦͋̈́͛͌͛̐̎̿̈́͑͘̚͜͠͝͝͝ ̴̛̛̣̯̺͕̖̼̖̫̥̜͕̰̖͔̃͂̐̈́̍̀̓̽̀́͛͂̏͑̎̕͜͜͜ḙ̸̢̨̡̨̱̹̖͓̈́̽͊͌̇̇̈́̿̀̿̔̂̄̎̈́͝͝͝­̢̢͇͚̪̞̻x̴̨̢̢̭̖̥̙͕͖͙̬̜͖̣̪̙͓͑̿̑̀͊͌̋̾̇̍̍̂̈̔͋̆̕ọ̶͙̮̫̃̔̃̃̈́̔̇̈̆̐̋̀̚͠͝͠­̬͉̣͙̲͖̝͓̤̬̠̻͓͍r̷̡̻͔̟͕̮̠̻̲͖̟̬͉̱̞̿̀̋̒͗̓̇̌͗̅̾̌̈́͒͒́͜c̵̛̽̉̏̓̊̋͒͑̆̌̇͝͝͠­̨̮̼̮̼̗̜̣̥͎̳͈̻̹͉͉̺̺̊̈̚ì̵̡̠̟̙͓̭̤̥̺̯͙͕̟̯͉͓̫̹̇̓͆̈́͑̃̎̈́̀͂̍̀̿͘͝͝͝s̵͐́̈̂­̡̢̢̟͇̼̻̼͉͎̳̬͈̜̜̹͕̈́̉̋̎̑͗͌͐͋͋̐͘m̷̢̡̛̪̦͚̙̭͓̝͔̣̙̦͚̼̤̣̓́̆̒̈́͌̄̽̋̉̀́̀̕͘͜­.̸̨̧̢͚͍̼̝̥̙̯͕̮̱̻̺̤̍̽́̑̽͋̔͊̿̀̆͆́́͒́̚̕ͅ



I̶͐̐́͌̊̍̈́͗̊̿̿̑̌̒̓̂̏̇̚̚̚͝­̛̬̺͎̘̳͙̖̙̻̳̙͖̮͓͖̠͖͍̦̳͓̳̳͖̲͕̩͎͐͐̀̂̔̊̽̉̓͂̑̓̅̈́̋̀̋̽͆̾̂̐̈̀̾̓̐͒̒́͑̕̕͘͜͝­̺ ̷̧̛̫̬͍̮̗̼̗̱͚̫͔̘͔̩̩̜̦͉͖̥̞̃̆̀͗̎͊͐̾͒̔̀̈́̿̅̓̊͗͋̀̈́͂̉̀̑͛͒̾̏̆̿̚̚͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅ­̢̹̯̠̖̮͕͜ṅ̵̨̛̛̼̗̹̼͓̞̠͉̯͎̩͉̳̣̺̳͕͍͂͌̊̾́̏́̾̓̓͑̀̿͛̔̓̌̉̓̊̾̔̌́̊̏̅̕͘̚̚͝͝­̨̢̠̻͔͕͙͈͔͔̜̮̤͓̳̲͜e̸̛̛̻̖̥̬̹̣̼̦͌̍͒̾̿̿͌̍͒͐͋̐̓͗̌͌̆́̒̀́̊̈́̽͊́̍̆̅̔̚̚̚͠͝ͅ­̨̨̨̨̦͔̞̳̱͎̩͍̳̠̘̟̰̖̖͎̮͍͓͈̬̳̝͚͕̪͕̘̪̻̟̮̝̘͈̻̼̭̱̹̖̩̻͜e̴̛̔͒̋̑̽̋̈̈̂̊͑̒͌̔­̢̡̡̛̜̗̠̺͉̺̩̠̳̰̳̰͔̩̭̘̝͈̲̣̹̣̬̼̺̯͖̼́͑͗͐̒̅̃̌̆͊̐̽̄͐̓̀͊͛̄͆͛͐̊́̔̐͑̍̽͒̔͝͝­̢͇̘͔̣͔̝͈͕̼̫͓̞̪͕ͅḓ̵͍̲͉̹̪̪̙͕͉̘̉̊̒̏̔͐͂͌̎͐͒̑͋̓̎̀̆̑̈́̈͒͌͗̅̂̎̀͂̓͘̕̕̕͜͜͝­̡̨̧̼̮̟͈̩͔̦̪̟̭͙̠̠͍̯̤̦̥̱̟͕͉ ̵̧̨̡̛̛̭̲͚͖̰̺̪̰͉͍͓̗̟̦̙̘̽̀͐̃͂̀̄̔̄̑̑̔̉̓̆̔̍̒̆̓̇̑̋̌̋͆̅̑͂̀͗̏͌͗̅̚͘͜͝͠͝͠ͅ­̨̢̨̝͉͙͓͔̻͚̩͉͍̯̣͈̠̤̬̞̖̻̞̻̗̣̪ͅa̸̍̓̌̒̒́̈́̄̋̏̒̅͂͋̓͋̑̔͛͋̉̾̿̃̍̉̄͐̂͘͘̕͝͝͝­̨̨̨̢̡̢̨̨̙͙͙͖̝̟͉̘̱̣̤̻̯̱̰̺͓͕̙̯̱̬̹͙̝̣͓̙̱̬̻̣̱̝̝̥̘͖͉̣̲̮͔̱̞̜̻͔͒͝ͅͅn̶̊̒̇­̡̧̟͈̙͖̦͕͇̗̺͇̬͎̮͎̝̰̣̹̦̝̹̖̞̊͌̏̈̑͑͗̈́̅́̉́͛̀͗̈̏̈̐̃͐͗̅̀͑͊̔͌̽́̄̔̚͜͜͝ͅͅ ̸̨̨̧̡̛͖̬̪̬͙͍̰̜͖͉̙̥̜̤̼̻̠͕̲̥̱̪͙̝̭͕͖͗̿́̽͑̀̈́̈̑͌̏̍̉̒̅̊̋̎̊̒̍̂̂̂́͘͘̚͠͝͝ͅ­̡̡̮̰̳̲̫̮̝̲̘̠̼̳̻̪̥̤͜͜e̴̛͒̈̒̔̈́̋͋͌͊̏̈́̐̓̀̿͋̽́̏̄͆̏̄̏́̄̀̄͑͐̑̐̈́͋͌̒̊͘͝͝͠͠­̡̟͚̳̦͕̱̦͇̗̳̗̘̙̭̝̟͍͉̬͖̻̰̜̉͗ͅx̸̉̂́͐̆͐̊̉̈́̄̐̉̈̓̀̍̏̾̉̑͑̀̒̀͋̀̿͆̈́̽̒̀̕̕͝͝­̢̢̢͈̗͚͕̜̦̰̰̪̭̦̳͕̪̻͕̮͙̟̭̳̘͎̖̟̣͍̯͖̖̩̙̗̩̮̲̜̣̥̜̼̯̞͇͆̂͗̍̂̂̾͂̏̉͜͝͝ͅͅǒ̴­̡̢̟͚͖̥̘̰͎̥̘̖̯͈̗̣͎͓̲͙̺͔̌͆̀̂̄̅̈́͒̊̎̓́̅̒̽̓̑͐͗̆̆͑́͐͌́̿́̆̃̋̑̀̍̋͘̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅ­̡̩̭̜̲͍͇͓̜̣r̸͕̝̣͍̮̥̲̪̹͈̹̲̜̩̠̟͙̠̃̂̇̂̒̌̈̇̉̃̓̃̔̍̐̍͑̀̓́͋̽̿̆͊̿͆́́̈́͜͠͠͠ͅ­̙̻̥̝̲̮̲͔̥͉͜ͅc̵̛̛̛̉̊̀̈́̀͊͌̽̐͋͐͛̄́̾̐̏̊͋̈̀͛̈́́̆̀͛̄̋̐̂́͆̑̒̊̌̑̈͐̇̈̇̓̐̊̕̕­̧̡̡̨̡̢̭̺͔͍̖̱̪̫̞̻̩̠͙̞̗̘̺͍͙̲̜̰͓̮̙͖͚̘̞̮̹͓̯̺̙͖̗̹͍̤̹͕̤̰̦̦ͅi̶͗́̓͗͑̌̕̕͝͝­̡̜̩͈̮̳͚͇̼̥͚̪̫̼̩̰̝͓͇͕̫̣̠̥̞͎͉̜͓̞͖͍͕̹͖̺͔̍̓̒̓͌̄͋͒̀̅͒̾̆̐͋̚s̴̛̓̑̇̒̓̆̎͝͝­̨̧̡͔̞̟̺͉̟̗̫͉͎͕̠̮̩̬̝̯͕̲̭͓̫̫̟̤̝̝̞̗̫̰̳̦̱̘̥̗͈̞̗̻̯̘͖̈̒̃̈́̓̈́̄͌̔̐̀̒̆̀̕͝ͅͅ­̪m̵̡̛̱̰͙̪̯̮̘̣̹̞͈̖̠̠̯̤̭͇̼̗̣̟̤͑͋͐͗̎͑̅̂̀͛́͑̈̓͗̅̍̊̇̑̐̌̽̊͛͋̊̂̆̉͐̍́̕͝͠͝­̪͍͓̜̞̩͙͔̭̗͍͍̲̤̳̯̪̬͖͜.̵̪̗̥͈͔̘̪͛͋̿̋̊̆̽́͒̀́̂͗̉̑̍͊̽͐̈́̀͑̌̄͌̽̐̃̎̎̉̋̚̕̕͠­̨̧͇͍̱̼̺͉̺̗̣̹̠͈͔̭͇̱͈̹ͅͅ









******* liar.

B̸͚͛u̶̠͝l̵̙͛l̸̟͂s̸̡̀h̶͓͆i̸̖͆t̶̳̾ ̵̙̋l̴͍͐i̵̟̋ā̶̜ŕ̶̰.̸̡́

B̶̢̪̭̱̮͐̑̃͗͌ư̵̗̬͓̭̬͑̔́̊l̶͍͍̦̩̂̏͆͑͘ͅl̶͗͊­͎͍͇̯̝̿̎̚s̷̘͎̠͈̘͗͑̂̈͆h̷̲͇̱̻̠͋̒͆̈͒ȉ̵͇͎̦͎̜̓͊̑̌ṯ̷̨̛̠̝̳̈́̀̀̊ ̸̱͍̩̞̽́̓͗̑͜l̸̗̠͕̞̳̇͋́́̕ī̸͓̘̺̩̟͆͑͑͘ǎ̵͙̠̖̞͎͒̏̓͊r̸̩̦̠̣̩̀̄̇́̎.̸̈́̽̇̓­͇̤̩̬̞̎

Everything you told me were lies.

Y̸̡̽o̴̲̒u̸̡͝ ̴̱̓l̶̳̽ě̵̻f̵̜̽t̸̫͑ ̷̤͘m̶̪̐e̶͖̒ ̸̗̈́h̷͙̾ḙ̴͗r̸̙̈́e̶̡̒ ̷̮̋t̵͚̉o̸̜̊ ̷̰̑f̵̀ͅu̵̳̽c̸̲͝ḵ̸̈i̷̦͑n̵̪̑g̸̙̿ ̸̫̀d̸̼̓i̵͓̐e̵̮̅.̷͚̍



Ę̸̟̣͖̹͑͐̋̓̌́̿͜͜x̸̨͓̮͚̹̼̻̓͐̍́̀̕͝e̵̛̥̊̎͋̔̕͝­̢̗͓͙̰̣r̷̲̙͎̜͖̝̪̍́̃̑͛̋͌c̶̛̟̹͙̞̘͛̀̎́̂̀͜ͅï̴̘̩̘̰̱̹̘͑̑̈́́̕͠ŝ̵̻̜̎͛̇͊̚̕­̡̞̝̠͚ę̶̬̹͈̺̖͚̅̈́̿̀̋̕̚ ̴͓̬͇̜̠̪̈́́͊̽̈͛͐ͅm̷̤͚̙̫̗̺͙͛͊̈̐̏͆̚e̶̡̜͉͖̼̞̾̇̀̆̃͝͝ͅ.̷̨͔̥̻̩͕̤̂̓̿̅̆̿̄.̶­̤̝̘̘̯̼͌͑̑̎̍̅̐ͅ.̴̨̨̛̪̜͎͉͔̅̽͑̾̓͝


̸̣̦̬̮̹̯͈͋̑̃̒̀͝͝Ģ̸̧̛͍̮̮͚͆̄̑̑̕͝ͅe­̴̨̛̱̞̼̤̮̭̒̈́͛̽̐̂ṫ̶͓͓̩͎̼̳̓́͗̀͗̕͜ ̶̰̟̞̠̳͓̘́̾́̀̽̏̑t̶̢͚̺͕̹̭͈̓̑̂̓̆̔̽ḣ̴̦̺͈̟̻͊̄̈́͗͘͜͜͠ḙ̸̬̮̮̠̼̖͊̿̄̓̒̈́͠ ̵̢̡̱̪͓̘͎̈́̌̓̈́̉̆̚d̴͙̝͈͙̼̳͗̿͌̍̋͜͠͝ę̵̨̩̯̝̳̗̈́̄̏͊͑́͠m̷̛͈̱͍͚͎͈͕͆͆̎́͗̓o̶­̰̰̖̖̹̲̔́̄͛̆̕͜͝n̵̛̛̳͚̟̮͎̗͉̓̍̔̐̐ş̸̟̩̗̠̹͊̓̂̎̓͠͝ͅ ̵̢̨̡̲̹̲̞̀̿̃̑̍̓̅o̵̧̖̝̞̫̱̺̍̓͗͑́̔͌ư̷̱̤̫̲̘̮͔̓̈́̓͋̐t̶̡̘̲̳̲͔̹͆̎͗͗̔͊͐ ̶͔̩͍̲̩̒̊̆̎̐͛̊͜ͅǫ̶̼̝̺̖̠̤̐́̊̏̎̃̈́f̵̨̧̢̤̞͕̮̂̄̿̽̀̏͘ ̴̰̭̞̭̟͈̗͗̂͂͂͌́͝m̸̨͔̳̟̬̰͉̄̆̅́̀̌̕ę̵̢̮̖̠͉̹̔͊͆̎̓͛́.̸̬̼̤̟̳̰̣̅̅͋̄̐̔͘.̸­̻̟̞͓̬̙̺̇̆̏̄̃̒͝.̷̧̝̜̻̭̝̓̏̒̾́͗̒ͅ







I̵̛̔̉͂̌̈́̊͆̍̔̿̃̒̓͆͂̊̏̍̋̕̕̕̕͝­̧̧̻̥̘͔̫͓̲̣̩̖̯̻̜̗̥̗͕̝̗̤͓͓͚̦̊͛̌͗̄̽̅͜ ̷̡̢̻̼̬̳͎̣̹̞͎̥͚̻̦̪̰̫̳̣͚̮̐̀̿̊̔̔̆̓̊̔́̎̉͗̋̎̆̓̈́̀̾́̇͑́̈́͑̋͘͜͠͝ͅn̷̎̌̊̍̃͘͘­̢̛̤̪͈̫͇̦̹̣͓͔͕̝̬̞͔̙̬͖̙̱̜͍̦̮̽̆̾̽̏̋̿̐̋̓̈̑̓̌̏͘͜͝͝e̴͒͂͋̅͑̏́̈́̾͑͒̇͂̆͂̂͝͝­̧̧̡̧̢̬̻̞̮̺̟̣͎͉̮̥̖̲̟͍̟̯͈͚̟̻͎̗̳̲̼͖̳͎̫̣̳̤̯͒̆̐̾͌̾͑̏͘͠é̴̀̂̇́͆̿̏̽̽̓̈́̎͘­̢̨̤̺̜͇̺͔͚̱̝͇͈̦͉̖͎͙͎͍͈͙͖̲̤͕͖͔̞̫͉̤̭̰̋̓͒̿̋̄̈́̒̀͌́̋͂̒͌̈́̏̄͑͒͘͘̕͝͝ͅd̸́̈̍­̛̯̦̟̱̫͔̫̩͖͖̥̺̩̺͔̤̭̯̹̺̼̲͇̲͍̱̪̪̘͛̓́͛̔͗͐̈́̄̈́̑͐͑͋͒͌͘͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅ ̷̧̢̣̹̬̬͉͕̠̦͕̙̖̤̝͈̘̹̼̹͖̮̳̺̥͚͒̊͌̉̍̍̌́̓̏̇̈́͌̑̈́̀̏͑̎̔̇̊͊͋̔̽̒͆͂̿̓̊̌̂̕͜͝͠­͔̫͖ͅã̴̧̧̢̫̞̳̮̻̮͍̬̘̮̺̦͓̤̩̖̪̩̝͇͙͎͖̮͚̐͋̍͗͋͛̀̅̾̎̆̀͐̈́̑̓͛̾̃̑̓̃̽͗͑̇͝͠͝ͅ­͙̫͕ņ̴̡̡̟̤͔͔̘̳͙̺͈̟͕̦̟̹̳̮̲͇̮̟̯̮̖̮̤̪͚͙̥͋̎̀̿̃̔̑̏̉̾̄̃̀̾̃̆̒̾̄͋̇̇̓́̏̑͠͠­͖ ̶̡̨̧̧̧̲̦̠̠̙͎̞̤̟͍͇̭̮̟̜̖̤͚͇̩̣̥͓̥͕̖̹̊͂̈́̅͆͛̉̿̌̎̐̈́̈́̑̀̄̈́̏͑́͊͆̎̒̾̔̑̒͗͊͊̕­ͅȩ̵̧̳̳͇͍͈̻̣͚̘͚̞̹͔͕͕̹͇͙̮̣̥͎͎̹̠̲̭̌̈́́͒̿͒͐͂͑͑̌̑̑́̂̒̋̈́͌͛̏̂̊͋͋̆̉́̎̚͝͠͝­x̸̧̛̗͎̟͇͇̻͖̼̜̪̳̳̫̩̟͇̻͈̺͕̞̯̰͍͍̲͛̓͌́̇̌̓̅̈́͒̿̾͛̌͌̈̐̾̊̈͆̐̐̿̅̏̃͒͘͜͜͝ͅͅͅ­͔͎ǫ̶̢̨͔̱̞̥̗͓͔͇͕̩̞͉͎͓̤̻̲̬̪̝͈̯̘̺̉̐̃̂͑̈̇͒̀͑̋̓̍͆̅̒̐͒́̆̿͐̽̈̽̓̑̚͘̚ͅr̴̉­̡̨̢̢̡̢̨̣̭̲̖͚̼̣̪̰͎̠͉̙̝̫̣̮̞̯̼̤̫̬̣̲̼̐̐̽͒̍̋̍͑̈́̒̌̈́͌̑͆͑͋̍̿͗̅͐͐̈́̈́̐̕͘̚͜͠͝­̣c̴̢̢̡̛̠̪͔̞̩̦͕̞̼͇̥̖̜͖̖̘̲̟̲̼̟̮̺̪̮̪̫͈̩̭̲͍͐̒̓͌̈̀̍͑̃̎̾̉̀̃͋̅͐̌͒̊̾́̅̕ͅͅ­̳ī̶̢̨̢̛̺̟̮̼̳̞̲̗̞̻̮̯͖̭̹̦̪̲̟͚̦̠͔͙̟͌͐̆̒̇̐̈̏̇͑͛̈̏́͗̏̈͗͒̋͆́͆̀̉̐͊͑̕̚͝ͅ­̺̜s̵̡̢̛͕̲̖̤͍̟̼͉̭̠̦̬̲͍̤̱̭̹̹̠͈̈́̋̎̆̋̄̋̐̅͑̓̔̾̈́̓̽͒̊͒̓̈́̑̔̒̃͆̃̈̕͘͘͘͜͝͝͠ͅ­̡̣͉̣̭͎̼͈̭͍͜m̴̧̛̛̞̯̦̠̻͈͍̺̺͙̥͎̘̘̼̗͙̰̫̞̭͉̜̓̆̈͊̔̃̇͋̋͊͐̈́͌̈̅͗͌͛̾̆̓̅̕͠͠ͅ­̡̡̘͔̗̺̠̟̗̹̼̞.̴̧̛͇̟͎̺̦͖̻̫̳̣͎̣̪̼͇̀͒̎͛̈́̎̌͌̆͑̈̔̇͂̇̑̈́͂̉͌͗̔͋̇́͒̚̕̕͝͝͝͝͝­͖͕̳͍͕͇̟͎ͅ
̸̧̱̱͇̰̺̫̣̻̯͉̲͔̟̪̱̮͇̺̮̰̪̥̇̔́̅̂͊̓͑̈́̾̃̾͋̿̉͊̐̄̈̑̈̆͒͒̎̆́́͛͘ͅ­̧̨͓̣̜̦͉̖̼I̷̪̳͓̬̝̮̱̞͚̣̱̹͚͕̠͎̥̓̽̈́̋̿́̑̋̆̾͂̋̓̆̌̓̂̂̋̾̊͑͐̓̔́̏̊̕̚̚̕̕̕̕͜͝­̤̰͎̩͎̝͈͙͉̯̭̱̱̘̰ ̸̢̧̢̛̯̖̟̜̘͔̺̩̻̣͈̺̥͕̪͇͔̼͖̙̪͉͈͔̥͚͐̌͌̃̑̑̀́̑̂́͐͑̽̔̓̾̓̒̑͒͋͛̏͂͗̿̕͘͜͝͠͝͝­ñ̵̨̨̛̛̹̫͓̳͍̖̟̫̺̣̻̭̗͍̦͙͈̬̰̮̤̥̫͙̲̌̿̌́͊̃͆̆͗͒̔͛̀̀́̎̈͊̓̊͘͘͜͝ͅě̴̋̌͊̃͛­̢̡̧̛̼͖̼̹̻̥͕͔̫̥͙̘̖̥̻̲̥͉̖̬̘̯̟̬͖̜͇̏́͌̈́̈́͒͒̓̈́̋͒̈́̃̾̋̋̎̊͑͋͜͝͠ě̴̾̑̐̑́̚͝͝­̡̡͍͚̜̯͚̗̭̩̬̪̺͚̮̠͓̗̝̻͙͔̯̗̲̮̜̠̮̈́̋̋̂̍̀̾̐̑̋̅̿̓͒̀̈́̃̇̿́̃͐͋̍͘͜͠͠͝d̴̈͗͌̍̐­̡̧̡̛̛͕͓̘̗̘͙͚͕̹̫̻͚̞̪͓̰͕̗͖̭̥̦̪̞̗͎̔̀͗͗͑̎̑̿͊́͋͒̇̐͌̓͆̒͗̽͗̈́̕͜ ̷̡̢̨̧̡̛̛̩̘̦̯͇̹̗͙̝̹̙̦͎̞͍̳͈̪̯̜̺̟̤̼͈͙͐͌̏̈́̊͒̓̔̅͊̀͋̍̇͛̊͆̊̓̽̚͘̚͜͜͝ͅͅa̵͠­̛͔̖̝̜̺̘̹̝͚̱̼̳̟̮̞̞͈̬͙͇̘̙͉̦̙̬̩̭̦́̌̿̏̌͐̄̈́̅̀͌̆̉̋͐̎͗̈̅̚͘͜͠͠͠͝͝ͅͅñ̷̋͂̆­̧̡̨̧̭̺͎̘̫͖͖̮͍͖̗̟̙̙̗̘̭͉͈̙̼̟͎̥͎͒́͗̓͋̊͋͐̾͋͌̈́̆͆̃̒̈́̓̀̌̌̏͌̍͌̈́̈́͒͊́̇͜͜͝͝ͅ­̨̖͍ ̵̢̡̡̤̹̖̯̝̲̗͔̬͍̫̗̦̳͚̟̩̲͖̩̱͉͓̩̗͖̩̻̙͈̻̀̒́͋͊̅̈́̇̀̆̈́̈́̈́̆̌̽͗̃̓̎̍͐̓͌̚̚͜͠͝ͅ­e̸̡̧̢̛͕̭͎̟͎̮͍͕̞̥̪̟͕̻̮͕̰̣̫̼͔̾̂͐̽̄̓̈̾͑̎̃́̾̌̏̀̌̓͐̅̒̃͂̈̔̔̒̿̂̚̚̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅ­̡͙͇̱̩̞̯̝x̷̡̧̢͉̺̩͉̯̼̘̦̣̼̱͚͓͓̳̻̣̲̺͚̭̭̜̀̈́̌̀͊͆̆̀̀̈́̿̂̈͋́̊̋͛͂͆̽̐͌͗̚͜͝͝͝­̨̡͎͉̱͚̟̜̞͚̯̙ơ̵̧̨̨̺͍͈̤̲̳̹̯͇͔̘̙͓̘̪͑̀͂̊͑͒̌͊̏͗̉͐̇̈́̒̿͐̑̾̅̈̍͐̀̑̔̕̕͝͝͝ͅ­̨̡̻̠̮̤̹̫ŕ̸̡̨̡̨̨̨̛̥̳͇͍͖͚̳̫̼̱͎͎͎̤̗̰̭̦̬̜͗͊̓̂̿̅̌͋̊̉̍͐̓̌̂̅͛̿̅̾̌͊͜͜͝ͅc­̵̨̧̛̗̙̖̝̤͕͉̰̗̜͎͓̝̝̩͙̻̰͈̹̞̰̼̆̓̆̍̒͋͛̒̉̑͆̈́̄̒̈́͗́̅̀̾̇͆͌̀̽̍̀̍̇̈̄̌́̃͌̔̋̕­̲̲í̵̡̢̢̨̡̡̛̛͉͎͇͎̥͇̺̺͔̙͇̲̞̥̯̫̰̰̻͔̪̙̯̜̘͉͗̉͑̈̍̂͛̅̈̔̈͂̽̉͂̽͆̔́̉̾̌̚͜͜͠­̰͇͚̼s̸̨̛̩͎͚̰͙̟̮̦͙̪̭͉̹̥̲͖̺̟̳̖̩̺͙̘̲̲̱̭̻̝̊͛͐͑̇̍͊̌́̒͑̊̉̈́̓̈̈́̎̈́̉͛̆͆͑̚̕͝­̙̳m̵̛̫͚̟͍̫̤̗̥͙̬̯̦͔͓͎̫̮͇͉͈͕̗͋͗͒́̄̇̅̿̒̀͐́͂̌͆̑̊̿͒̀̏͆͑̂̃̊͋͗̚͘̕͘͘͜͠͝͠͠­̢̹̖̜̩̪̺͉͍̹̺͙͚͖.̶̺̯͈̻̦̹͖̗̪͉͚̺͊̑̔̆̈́̑̔͛̎̾̑͗͆̑̑͐̓͗̂͌̿̾̒͌́̌͆͑̅̈́̐͐̀̚̚͘͝­͚͚̩͖̯̺͔̰̹̪̮͓̤̫̦̬̗
̷̛̲͈̬͙͚͚͙̬̖͉͕͎̱̙̥̮̯͚̬̒͛̓͌̔̽̈͆͋̋̆͑̔̍͋̋̐́̉̔͂̾͋̿͝ͅ­̡̢̡͕̖̜̫͈̰̯̫͎̟͓͕̠̱͙I̷̡͓̯̻̥͚̠̰̘̻̣̦͇̳̙̙̗̪̱͐̔̓̃͊͌̑͂͊̐͋̑͆̀͂̍̎̒̀́̄͆́̅̕͝­̨̢̝̝͍̟̥̫̞͔̼͈̝͓̞̱̗͉̝ͅ ̸̛͕̣͖͇̦͍̺̝̯̬͉͔̩̗̘̩̪̬̙̣̜̱͕̪͓͈̩͎͕̹̠̳̃͒̉̃̾̇̀̾̓̈͒͛̄̿̈́̿̄̇͊̏̾̀͋̈̐͊̃͑̚͜͜­̘̤̯̥̪ń̸̨̨̩̜͈̯͓̲̳̮͇͎͙̺̺̫̟̗͚̖̤̜̩͌̂̃̀̌͑͂́̽͑̀͋̈́̅̎̇͗̑̊̊̀̎̾͛̀̑̂͘͘͝͝͝͝ͅ­̨̝̖ȇ̵̢̝̹͖̰̥̹͍̫͖̠̰̪̬͕̲̜͚̫̖͚̜͔̣͂͋̾̿̆̀̑̈̈́̓̽͂͒̈́̓̽͋̑̒͐͋͂̌̊̈́̇̌̕͝e̵̅̀͆͠­̡̡̨̺͚͙͉͈̩̦̭̻͚̰͙̙͕̼̱͙̹̻͕̠̳̺͉̗͉͈̦̞̙̘͇̩̉͆̇̓̇̌̑̉́̑̀͗̅̈́͋͆͊̏̀̌͊̈́̾̒̕͝͠͠͝­d̵̨̨̼̜̺̣̻̬̮͚͖̰̘̤̪̯̘͚̤̙̖͈͈̙̠̰̺̮͒̅͛͒͒̇͛͐̋̈̄͆̂̊͑͋̿͐̎̿̀͒̎́̓̎͌̐͛͗͠͝͠ͅͅ­̠ ̷̨̢̨̨̢̢̛̗̝̪̠̱̜̤̺̯͓̲̩̺̝̺̖̰̮̉́̓̀͒͌͛̾͛̒̒̍̉̈̎̔͗̅͑͊́̃͌̅͆̍̄̋͘͘̚͘͘͜͠͝͠͝ͅ­͉̯̲͉̤̳̱̥̪͚̥̳ͅą̷̛̳̗̥̭͙͇̦̳̗̫͚̽͌̐͋͆̀̑̓̽̃̊͋̌̈́͌̃̑̾̀̈́́̌̃͂̓́̊̔̈́͗́͋̄̚̕͝͝­̡̝̮̲̥̦̜̬̘͎̼͉̺͙̬͕̳̻͍̬͚̻̺n̴̠̠̙̖̔͂̒́̾͌͋̅̂̈̎̑̑̅͋͑͒̈͂̾͒̋̔́͌̃̍̽̒͑͐̕͝͝͝͝­̨̨̢̨̺͙̬̰͕̱̣̥̫̤̻͎̮͚̲͉̝͖̪̘̖̟̦͔̤̹̞̜̙͚͚ ̸͕͉̭̞̜͙̠̞̣̫͔̞͙̠̲̞͍̠̼̦̫͉͇̳͉̪̗̞̩̄̀̆̈̾̐̇̔́͛͌̆̄͆̈͆̿̃̌́̊̀̈́̈͛̆͋̚͘͘͘̕̕͜͝­̧̩̫̞̫͈͔̲̤ê̷͇̩͙̣̯̭̳̭̤̻̞͎̻̘͚̟̹̠̺̻̈́̾͑̂̅͌̽͛̊̾͌̈̌̅̽̏̋̋̌͛̍̇͛̽̂̓̈͗̄͆̚̚ͅ­͎͖̬̗̫x̷̳̠͕̫̼̜͈͕̺̬̬̳̥͓̫̻̠̘̝̣͉̻̮̹̝̮̤̰̂̋̒͗̉̽̒̄̓̿̌̇͐̌̆̉̈́́̈́̿̚̕͘͘͜͝͠͝o̸­̧̡̛̹͉̱̯̫̳̳̩̯̟̺̺̬̬͎̺̘͓͓̣̞̭̗͍̪̖̳͎͂͛̀͊̂̀̓̐̎̈̽̄̈̈́́̆̔̈̎̿̀͘̕͠͝ͅr̶̍̃̈́̓̆̚­̧̧̬̙͇͍̮̰̬̥͇͉̻̠̦̠̪̗̝͍̪̬̤̙͎͊̑́͛̾̒̔̎̋́̋̂̆̃̓̇̀̊̈͂̽͐͠c̶̛̔̀̍̈̿́̈́̍̑͋̆̊͘͘­̢̨̟͍̱͇͙͍̱̤͔̹͇̬͓̗̲͔͇̳̱̣̺̓̏͋̋̽̅̆̇͘͜͝͝ͅi̴̛̛͊̾̒̀͌͛̓͒̂͛͋̔̐́̃̽̓͗͗̐͆̿͘͘͝­̧̖̘͈͔̣̳̹̙̰͙̜͎̦̪̹͕̦̗̻̣̗̞̺̹̤̩͇͎̮̹̩̀̾̓̌͂̕͝͠͠͝ͅs̷̏̿̃̇̎̎͛̏͋̐̋̈̀̋̋̓̕̚͝͝­̧̡̢̱̟͖̥͙̠̳̹͕͈̗̤̠̻̥͔̺̥͈͎̙̪̏̐̅̓͆̚m̸̛̮̬͂̐͌̇̾̃͗̈́̾͗̑͆̈́̑̐̑̄̌̉̀͛̎͗̒̈́̚͘̕͝­̨̢̯̺͉͈̘͙̪̙̣͇̥̙͉͙͈̠͍͍̝̝̞̹̟͓̥̥͙͜.̶̛͚͈̄̈́̈́̀̑͂̓͆̊̈́́̾̔̒̒̈́̈́͛̅͋̒̈̾̀̔̾̚̚̕͝­̨̧̢̡̡̡̺̙̮̤̭̩͎̗͉̜͔̘͍̦͉̯̩̼͜ͅ
̴̡̡̰̭͕̪̥̣͑͛̾̂͆̓̏̓͌͗͋͊͑̈́͂͊̓̓̾̂̌͂̅̊̑̐͘͝͝­̳͎͎͇̗͇͎͕͙̻̣͓̠̼̦͎͚̪̱ͅȈ̷̺͉͕̦̫̙̗̘͇͇̤̬͓͈̣́̓͂̆͊̿͑͂̈́́̈́̈́͌̄̐̏͊̔̑̏͊̅͊́͜͝ͅ­̢̧̡̨̣̲̤̥ ̵̡̡̢̢̢͉̩̰̹̮͙̞͖̻͇̱̦͕̲̙͍̞̺͇̬̭̼̱̥̭̺̀̅̇̌͒̈́̀̇͌̽͆̃̂̑̾̂̎͂̅͗̇̎̊͗̀̀͑̕̚͝͠͝ͅ­̢̖͇̜̫̱̲ñ̶̡̢̝̘͎͔͍̤̮̻̯̖͈͔̝̬͔̈̋̈́̍̒̇̂̈̾̄̐͐͂̑̾̉̓͗̆͋̏̄́̒̆̋̈́̍͐͒̿̓̕͘͝͝͝͠­̢̡͍̦̖͇͎̻̦͔̖̭̟̤̖̮͉̮̞̰e̵̢̯̪͇͔͍͔̳̗̫͙̍̑̊̈́͗͗̉͌̑̑̐̊̎̏̃͋͆̈̾͛̐̄̊͌̎̚̚̕͝͠͝͝­̡̝̠̙̫̰̗̼͉̲̜̯̯͈̟̫͕̱̥͈̖̟̻͈̮̬̖e̴̳͌̍̑͛̅̏̇̒͆̊́̏͌͆̽̅͌̐̂̓͛̊̿̈͐͋̅̀̕̕̚͜͠͝͝­̢̗̩̫̞̻̠̘̗̗͔̮̞̬͍̬̲͇͍̞̯͖̝̗̙̯͎͕̳͖͉̘͜ͅͅͅd̷͆̐̓̎̈́̔̀̔̿̄̈́̓͒̈́̍̑̃͆̄̒̐͋̑̕̕͘͝­̢̰͖̜̤̜̼̘̠͖̱̯̯̜̬͚͚̩̪̜̠͉̹͊́͗̽̊͒̂̈́̆̔͘͜ͅ ̸̧̢͎͖̗̮̮̟̘̼͚̥̹̗̱̲̫̝̫̮̳͓̤̭̣͌̑́̍̀̐̈́͆̾̈́͊̂̄̈́̃̍̈̑̇͐̓͒͑̔̈́͛͘̕͜a̷̛͐̊̈́̑͋̾̚­̢̢̨̧͍͕̫̤̣̦͈̭̱͕͉̫̱͍̯̱̲͔̯͒͗̀̓̓͌͆̇̽̾͂̄̋̈́̀̑͛̇̈́̄̆͘͜ͅͅͅͅͅň̶͂̀̆͆̑̽̄̾̂̈́̏­̡̢̡̘̝̩͓̹̲̗͙̘̪͇͈̲͖̦̫̘͍̗̣̰̰̀̔͊̒̋̀̃̈̔̇̋̈́̎̔̈͑͆̆́̒̎́͝͝͠͝ͅ ̴̧̢̧̡̛͍̞̼̼̠͖̹̱̖̯͙͓̝̰̹̼̖̫̝͈̦̺̺͔̹́̎͛̏͊̔̔̃̀͆͒̋̑̽̎́́͛̂̄̅̔̍̿̿͌̒̌̿̈́͘͝͝͝­̲̬̮ȩ̸̧̛̲͇͎͔̝͖̮͔͎̯̣̟̗̰̯͈̹̜̭̻̼̯̻̗̥̲̯̫̎͆̒̎̍͊̈́̋̓͊͐̄̑͐̀͗͊̈͂́̒̐̎͊͘̚͘͝ͅ­̨̫̝̬͇͙̣͍x̷̡̡̧̛̩̭̙̻̺̱̞̥̣̣͔͍̤̘͇͈̹̯͓̙̮͇̗̩̫̳̻͑̊̿̇͗͊͑͆͌͐̀͂̀́́̇͋͒͋̕̕͝͝ͅ­̢̬̦̱̦ͅơ̷̢̨̛̛̗̘͎̦͚͈̬̻͖̲̖̖̟̖̐̿͒̈́͊̎̽̎̿́͂́̋̀̒̈́͌̇͊͐̊͆̄͋͑̒͆́͗̈́̔͘͘͜͜͠͠͠­̡̨̧̧̢̘͚̼͙̖̼̰̳̰̟̥̭͜ŗ̵̧̨͎͉̤̞̘̗̤̠̭̙̱̩̯̠̠̠͆̍̀͂͛͆͛̀͂͐̂̈̀̌͊̅͗̎̍̿̎̾͗̚͘͠­̡̨̺̞̯̲̯̻̮̟̪͇͈͚͔̙͜c̸̫̞͖̗͚̘̠͖̹̙͎͔͎̻͑́̿͊̌̈́̍̏̑̋̽̀̈́̍̀̔̎́̔́͐̔̃͌̐̐͛͂̊̕̚͠­̢̘̗̻̞͇̳̳͉̥̼ĭ̴̢̡͎͍̫̤̘̜̮̠̳̹̭̹̻͈̙͙͎̘̫̻͈̍̍̒̉͑̎̏̏͛̔͋̽̈͆̔̽̓́̔̅̑͆͌̔̚͜͜ͅ­̧̡̥̭s̶̨̼̝͕̠̹̞̘̦̥̤̟̣̹̣͍̯͖̥̦̬̰̭̫̼͉͛̈̓̌͆̎̄͋̀̈̅͋̏̋̀͛͌̍͐́́͋͋̐̎̋͛̕͝͠͝͝͝­͈͍̪͇̭̪m̷̢̨̧̢̡̛̯̫̣̯̪̱̦̱̮̥̹͈̜̠̼̣͍̈́̆͌̄͋͌̌͊̇̃̈́́̽̉̃͊̈́͆́̔̃̀͛̃̀̓̕̕̕͘͘͜͠ͅ­̧̨̪̝̝̱͔̳̝̗̭̲͜.̷̛̛̛̖̲̪̥̹̲͕̣͕͇̜͋̓̆̇̍̏͒̽̅͛͒͗̾̋̋̀̐̍̑̄̀̓̊̉̅̌̚͘͘͠͝͠͝͝͝͠­̨̬̝̰̪͈̥͔̬̱̝̖̘̣͙̳͚̹͜ͅ
̷̧̛̛͖͎̦̰̓̆̒̈́̈̐̈̌̿̇̈̄͛̑̔̎̈̉̀̆̑̈́̈̊̀͆͒̐̀̇͛̚̚̚͘͠­̜̭̩̹̲̰̙̲̤̘̜͕̙̜̮̹̤̳͔ͅI̶͈̰̻͖͉͉̯̖͉̠̤͍̿̃́͒͂̐̐̓̑͊̈́̓̈́̊͂̆͋͆̃͗̄̾͂̌͗̽̀͆̓̕͘­̡̢̨̡̢͔̦͈͉̻̞̫̣̙̗̫̱̻͍̟̘̣̺ͅ ̷̨̧̢̧̛͚̦͖̟̟͓̮̭̩͙͈͉̣̭̦̭̰̞̝̤̳̮͙̦͉̯͒̀́̋̌̄̐́͛͐͗̆̀̏̈́̑̀͐̿̐̍́́̈́̒͗̓̕̕͜͝͠ͅ­̰͎͖̜n̸̡̨̡̨̼̮͓̞͙̪̙̗̙̬͚̱̭̯̭͖̺̰̫̝͑͗̊̐̂̓̏̈͗̆͆͊̂̐̾̂̏̍͌̾̌͋͗͘͘͝ͅe̴͗̋͋̄̏͌­̨̨̛̳̬̗̬̟͙͚̹̣̙̥̪̘̼̘̪͕̰͔͉̱͓̰̘͈̮̟̖̭̫͕͕̅̔̈́̿̽̃̈́̆̇́̒͊̂̊̏̅̈́̐̚͝͝͝ͅe̵͛͌̽̃͠­̢̡͖̙̹̜͈͈̰̬̹̰͔̳̳̦͎̹͙̳̺͍̗̤̻̹̳͓͕̘͈̉̀͌͗̓̀̊̉̇́͐͐̏̀̅͌̉͛͊̊͊̀͆̇̾͘͘̚̕͝͝ͅͅd­̷̢̨̡̛͕͓͔͚̝̰̗̜̹͖͖͖͇̟̼̠̮̬͎̖̱͔̀͌̀̐͐̀̽́̌̅̿̄̋̉̈́̀̏̏̅́̆͛̀̏͘̚͘͝͠͠͝ ̵̨̧̧̡̛̱̲̱̦͎̼̳̭̬͔̼̳͖̫̘̘̼͉͙̹͍͖͙͈͇̤͔̬̹͕̫̺̺̑̔͊̂̓̽̋̉͊͐̄͐̾̈́͂͐̓̏͒̑͊̽̃̚͘ͅ­̠a̵̢̡̛̛̛̻̪̪̮͕̠̰̝̬̳̟̪͈̭͚̟͇̥̱̞̓̾̈́̒̉́̐̀̈́̅͑̈̀̔̂̇́͑̓̆̕̕ͅͅͅǹ̷̽̄̀̀͒́̊̍̄­̨̢̳̠̟̲͓̱̹̠̣̦̻̖̝̮͙̫̪̫͔͈͖̭̘͑̆̽̓̔̆̈̏̉̽̇̈́͌̍̈́́̇ͅ ̴̛͚̞͓̘̦̝̥̞̦̯͔̭̫̬̣̰̻̘̩͓̖̥̳̀̍̂̏̄̊͐̎̅͑́̓̔̋͗͛̐̈́́͌̿̌̾̀͘͘̚̕͝͝͝ͅͅẽ̷̀́̏̚­̡̦̟̘̖̖̖̦͈̰̞̦̫̞̤̰͔̳͓̣̟͕̮͓͖͙͑͑̔̋̍̍̿͌̓̓͌̄̑̄̂̇͌̈́̋̈́̐͆̕̕͜͝͝x̸̿̿̈́̈́̋̔̇̊͘͝­̢̢̧̞̼̹̪͚̮̰̱̳̞̲͍͔̭͖̟̻̬͍̼͓̳͕̖̫̳̖̖͔̤̰̫͐̉̈̅̿͒̋͒̐̀͒̂͛̇̐̋͆̕̕͜͠͝ͅͅo̵̎̒͒̀­̡̡̧̢̡̛̞̭͓̯͎͚̲̬͖̼͙̰̰͈͈͓̘̟͖̫̲̫̝͙̖͙̮̮̓̓́̔͗̍̎͆̂́̿̋͐̈́̂͠͝͝͠͝ͅr̴̛̂̍̑̈̅͠͝­̨̡̨͕̠̣̻͕̪̬͕͎̦̥̟̝̰̦͚̫̗̯͔͉̰̞͂̿̌̑̃͒͒̆͛̀͊̃̒̑̐̀͊͌̑̊̿̌̓̅̓͋̃̚͘̕͠ć̵͋͐̓̆̓­̡̡̛̹̼̭̤̩̬̳̘͈̮̰̲̗̭̲͈̹̰͖͇̅̋̌̽̽̑̊̈̐̊̐́̄̆̋́͒̄͂̏̌̂͑͘̕͘͜͜͝ͅͅi̴̛̊̾͌̾̑́̒͝­̡̩͇̟̝̰̮̤̖̫͓̼̫͍͙̩͇͍̱̳̖͙͔̞͚̳͕͕͛̊̌͗͗̎͋͊̆̉̃͗̆͋̅͐̐̀̕͜͝͝͝s̴̛̛̓͋̀̉̋̇̅̔̐̑­̢̡̡̛͇͔͚̳͉͚̼̗̝̦̱͎̲͖̟̳̰͇͍̦͚̹͓̱͌͐̇̑̇́̅̋͐̔̽̉̄̌͂̋̕͘͜͜͝͝͝ͅm̸̅̆̍̍̐̀̉͂̕͝͠­̢̯̪͚̰̩̼̳̮̯͍͎̮̰̤̣̖̙͉̹̮̦͈̗͉̣̝̲͈̦̪̥̾̽̀̈́̃̏͋̓̎̉͗͑͛͘͝ͅͅͅ.̷͗̽̈̾͌͛͛̒́̄̕̕͠­̧̢̛̗͇̥͍̰̮̘͍̙̗̮̦̘̜͔̫̻̤͔̝͚̮̰͔̞̖̓̇̈́̊͐̀̾̂͛̇̄͗̌̑̅̅͊̔̚͠͝
̸́̄̌͂̄̅̈́̐̄̂̒͛̊­̡̧̨̼̝̹̖̗̻̣̯̭̟͙͇͕̺̱̜̠̺͙͔̻̣̻̭͔͖̗̙̫͎̭̗͇̬͉͙̆̆̓̈͗̾̉̋̒̈̀͝I̸̎̄̏͌̏̓͊̓̀̋̔͂­̢̡͇̗͖̫͔̥̥̘̻̱̠̻̗̤͚̝̙̜̼̦̼̰̔͂̄̔̅͊̌̋̕͠͠͝ͅͅ ̵̢̨̢̛̛̛̜̰͔̣̞̼̭̠̜͎̳͎̠̝̱͍̟̞̟͈̦͎̥̻̓̇͑̓̒̈́͆̀͋͒̒̇̐̏̄͌̄̀̈́͛́͌̽́̈̏̃͛̓͐͐̽͘̕­̠̮̮̟̗͉̲̦̫͉͜n̸̡̧̛̖̣͎̥̥̳̙̭̞͙͙̱̪̤̳̗͛̓͒̿̋̄͆̔͂̈̉̐̈́̌̏̇̆͊͌̓̆́͆̎̃̾̔̈͗͘̚͠͝­̧̨͖͓͍̻̗͚̠͎̝̳͍ͅȅ̴̢̧̧̹̦̞̱̱͉̺͈̤̳̄͂̍̉͂̐͑̂͊̇̄̌͑̉̽̅̅͊̀̔̎̂̃̎̀̑̊̉̄͆̍̕͘͠͝­̨̢̡̮͚̥̣̯̪͕̬̗̩͓̦̩͈̺͙̪͇ȩ̷̨̢̛̛̻͕̬̰̩̼̝͚͔̂͐̀̌̏̋͐̿̒̆̆̈́̈͂̅̓͑͑̿͋̈́̏̍̆͘͘̕͠­̧̧̢̨̹̬̜͎͓̻̬̰̹͜d̷̢̛̛̳̺͖͚̙͕̲̯̠̦̊̓̏̿̈͊͆͐̅͑̃̈́̋̈̀̓̒̓̂̊̽̐̂̐̍̎̈͑̉̒̇̈́̕̚͜͠­̡̺̱̖͕̙͉̩̻̲̦̲̖̩̬̻̬̣̟̪͈̳̞̜ͅͅ ̷̨̛̛̠̤͕͔̝̗͈̯̟͕̝̱̞͕̫̙̘̣̗̯̖̽̄͒̎̃̃͐͌̿͑́̿̋̎̇̀͗̍͐̋̈́̃̓́̔͆͛͑̃̕͘͜͜͠͝͝͝͠͠ͅ­͈̟͉̫̹̟a̶̧̡̨̡̨̢̛̼͍̝̙͙̭̯͍̜͎͖̺̮͓͍̗̫̤͐̈́̍̆̄̆͆͑͋͋͗͒̉́̎͛̔́̾̇̏̾̇̆̏͛̇̂̈́͊̕͜­̞͈͕͕ͅn̵̛͈̠̼̮̖̮̱̰̝̪̦̮̞̣̝̳͚̤̝̖͊͒̀̎͑́̍̿͛͋̍̾̂̉̄̍̀́͆̒̀̇̑̓̈́͒̂́̐͘͘̚̕͠͝͝ͅ­̨͇̮̗ ̷̨̨̡̡̛̰͉̣͈̮̗̺̘͇̝͖̦͙̱͉̙̟͉̣̼̈̾̾̏̍̈̎͌̅͗̉̔͗͆̋̌̆͑͒̈́̂̽̉̐͂͌̀́̈́͗̈́͒̚̚͜͠͠͝ͅ­̨̭͓̰͈̝̱͉̖ͅȩ̴̧̪̦͓̻̰͕̳̥͚̦̖̰͓̝̖̓̈͋̈̄̄͒̽͆͊͋̿̌́͒̄̍͐̂̅̐̄̏̾́͌̈́͛́̾̑͊̿͌̕͠­͇͓̹̟̤̬̬̖̼͎͖̪̰̣͇͖x̸̢̢̛̛̯̮̗͕̤̪̮͉̫̭͕̠͚͂͑̅̽̂͛̾̄̾̅̄̀̂̒̏̎̏͒̿̾̅͗̌́͠͝͝͝ͅͅ­̢̡̧̙͙̗̥̹͇͎̪͇̦̣̤̪͉ở̴̡̢̢̤̻͖͖̰͎̯̹̆̈̽̊̌̓̓̑̓̍͛̆̔̄̀̔̓͗̓͊̇̽͂̍̀̓̐͘͘͘͜͜͠­̢̜̼͔͚͕̯̠̠͎̣͚̹͙͇̞͔r̶̨̨̛̪̗̜̫̱̲̥̩͇̯̻̗͈̭͈̊̃͒̌̔̍̿̈́̒̐̄̓̀͊͛̑̉͗̂̌̉̚͘͜͝͠͝͝­̢̢̰̖̼̻̝̯̜̳̬̦̙̦͖̭͍͎c̵̢̗͍͔͈͙̻̩͍̮̬͔͎̞̫̦͍̠̫͔͋̄̏͒͒̈͊̾̎̄̍͒̎̂͆̐͊͌̓͋̽̊͘͜͝­̧̥̩̩i̷̧̛̬̤͕̫̟̬͔̺̠̬͖̝̮̦̪̙͍̭̗̝̪͎̙̲͍̥̘̮͉̤͒̈̒̏̿̈̏̒̐̅̓̍̊̓̑̽̽́̈́̀̓̅̋͛̊s̷­̡̨̡̨̯̺̯̩̖̮̜̦͙̖̥̟̞͙̗̖̬̩̖͙͔̝̱̟͎̎̈́͗̇̌̽̾̊͒͂̽̿̿̒̾̅̓̐̌͆̾̓̉̓̒͆̔̑̂̾̃̄̚̕͝ͅ­̦͈̺͉̪̪̥̗m̸̡̛̛̠̭̲̫̪̮̪͇͍̱̦̦̝͖͖̼̖̰̘͈͇͕̲̀͂̌͊͌̈́̽́̈́͒̍̑̋̀́̔̐̓̀͐̊̓͋͘̕̕͝͝͝­̥̝̭̪̩̦̩.̴̡̨̛͕̗̠̞̩͉͙̠̯̬̬̘̺̗͌͋͌̓̎̓͋̑̀͂͗̌͊̊͗̔́́̈̃̋̄́̏͑́̈́̎̐͗͒̐̕͜͝͝͝͝ͅ­͓̰̺̲̪̙͙̲̙͔̼͚̣̮͎̘͓̙͚̪͜







̵̠̻͚̞̱̗̊͑̆̊̊̾͘͜.̸̱̼͙̙̪̣͌̔́̀͐̈́͜͝.̴̀̎͝­̨̧̡̯͎̭̹́̐́͠.̵̨̡̛͚̦̙̭͛̐̈́̓̽͜͝ ̷̻̠̥͓̙̤͓͂̈́̃͗͋̎͝Ĩ̵̧͔̠͖̖̰̼̀̇̊̈́́͠ ̷̩̲̯̼̖̲͖͐̃͛̾̽͆̕n̴͓̜̻̩͓̪̫͗͂̐̈́͝͠͝ȩ̶̙͈͔̲̬͙́͌̎̓̿̍̄ě̴̫̙̰̥̫̟̑̂̎̏̓̇ͅd̷­̙̩̰̗͇̞̏̍͂͊̎̈̌ͅ ̷͈͇͎̮̲̱̭̅̽̈̌̄̌͠a̴̧̢̤̮̺̯̭͐̃̀̐̔͋͑n̵̡̞̼̺͇̻͔̓́́̔̇̇̕ ̵͚͚̪̳̪͖̏͊͂͆̉̀͜͝è̷̡̢̠̞̥̤̿̾͒̄͂͠ͅx̷̡͎͇̼̭͓̮̍́̏̎̉̔͝ǫ̸̨̛̩̝̠̗͉̇͊̑͒̾͝r̷­̥̠̲̣̯̻͔̈́̂̎̇̄̕͝c̴̣͔̝̣̰̻͖͗͆̆͂̎͠͝i̵̤̻̝̣̘̰̊̽͛̓̐͗̚͜ş̸̢̳̭̙̬̘̍́̑̀̾̕͠m̷̆­̯͖̲͙͚̝̭̃̆̏̐́̾.̵̫̼̱̞͈͖̠̌́̈̾͗͂͘
This is for one person.
It's also for multiple.
It's also for me.
Nathan Alexander Sep 2018
I hate it,
I can't take it anymore!

I'm tired of crying,
Just because I'm seeing something that leaves me in awe...

I hate myself,
I hate everything I am,
I hate how I can't come up with any kind of special plan,
The type that gives you warmth,
The type that makes you cry,
The type where you're left wondering why...

The type, where in the end...
Everything turns out alright.

I hate that I can't do anything with my life.
Seeing any kind of story makes me want to cry,
And now, I'm the one asking why!

I have my reasons for romantic,
But those masterpieces make me want to give up and die.

And there's school tomorrow,
I don't want to do it.
I don't want to wake up tomorrow, and put my back into it.

I know I'll never pass,
My memory is **** as hell,
If anything, I'll be hitting the table, with blood running down my hands,
Because I can't do my ******* math...

I'm sick of this...

Irrelevant, pointless,  meaningless, talentless,
Every one of those I am!
I hate being me,

Please help me...

Though... I know you can't.
I know this is the best life gets...
I know you can't fix this mess,
This broken machine.

What's the point of throwing myself at love...
When in the end, I'll just be left,
Like trash?

And I can't trust a soul...
This monster in my head has long taken control...

In the end, it never seems enough.
It feels like they don't care about me,
And I try so hard to block out that voice,
But it comes back, giving me no ******* choice...

And it doesn't matter, since even love...
Wouldn't be able to let me pass through all of my broken dreams,
Without tears...

And I'm crying tonight,
Having no idea what I can do...
And even if I try,
There's no memories I can use,

To keep myself distracted from this nightmare...

And every fiber of my being wants to see that little ray of hope, that light...
But every single night...
A little bit more of me dies inside...
Pushing me to the end...

So I just go to sleep...
Because in that endless void, that darkness filled pit...
I feel more at home...

I like to think I feel more alive by my own, alone...

But watching all those stupid movies...
All those stupid things...

Reminds me I want to be,
I want to feel...

Just like them...

I want someone to hold my hand...
Want someone to tell me they're never going away...

But... I know... I'd never believe them in the first place...
I'd laugh at them, hiding my tears under a facade.

And I'm tired...

Dried eyes, by now.
I know there's nothing more I can do.
This kid, that anybody hardly knew...
Is lost in time, in his own mind...
Will he ever make it out?

Well for one... I am full of doubt.

And I don't even know why...
I try...
Since every single time...
I'm left, dead inside...
Yet, afraid to die...


And I don't even know why...
I try...
Since every single time...
I'm left, dead inside...
Yet, afraid to die...

Though, that... I'm not scared to try.
I didn't plan on releasing this, because this one is truly ****** up.
I just watched a movie, and it left me in awe.

Not that that's a good thing, when it comes to me.
Nathan Alexander Sep 2018
I can't imagine a world, with you gone.

The joy, and the lack of loneliness,
I'd be so lost if you left me alone.

She's used to self-harm by now,
It's become a daily rutine,
Her arm explains all of it.

But one day, she gone too far,

She locked herself in the bathroom,
Lying on the floor when I finally managed to break through,
My heart starts going wild,
I pull her in to feel her heartbeat...

Can't you hear me screaming?!
Please don't leave me!

Stop, I still want you!
No, I still need you!

I still love you...

I take her hand, promise I'll make it right,
I swear I owe you for my life,
I didn't even get to make you my wife...

Just wait, I still need you!

A road that feels infinite, there's no sound coming from behind me,
It's like a nightmare, I can't escape from...

Helplessly hoping, the light isn't fading...

Hiding the shock, the fear, and torment in my bones...

They put you on top of that stretcher,
I'm about to burst out, hoping you'll stop laying still...

They check for any vital signs,
Can't you ******* hear me screaming "please don't leave me"?!

Stop, I still want you!
No, I still need you!

I still love you...

I take her hand, promise I'll make it right,
I swear I owe you for my life,
I didn't even get to make you my wife...

I don't wanna let you go,
I never was the least bit strong...

I just wanna hear you saying
"I'm fine, let's go home!", with that enthusiastic energetic smile of yours.

So why can't you just wake up,
And answer my cries,
I want to hold you tight,
Want to hear you say everything will be alright
Not their lies!

A day passes, and a boy named Nate sits there helpless.
Staring at his ceiling, completely lifeless.
Thinking back to his dream,
It felt endless.
He experienced both character's pain,

It was madness.
Ever go so out of touch with reality, that both people in the story that plays through your mind... is you?
Nathan Alexander Sep 2018
This is for you, Nate.

I'm a child, in everyone's eyes...
But to their surprise,
Their eyes deceive them, tell lies.

I'm a last resort, in everyone's eyes,
And I can’t argue, no matter the tries,
I can’t get my prize.
It ties, truly applies.

When nothing works,
I'll be the first to say your name.

The only thing that satisfies me...
Is getting back in your hands.
Building your words on lies,
The truth stuck, just won’t come out.

When there's nothing left to fight for,
When nothing works...

I'll be the first to say your name.

I'm suicidal, and you're wondering...
Why I make bruises in perfect skin.
When you're trying...
“To make it out alive,”
In a world we're meant to die in...

When nothing works,
I'll be the first to say your name.

The only thing that satisfies me...
Is getting back in your hands.

Trying to keep your face just right,
But it’s a mask, a cheap lie,
Just a disguise.

But you don’t know any reason,
Of the future, have no vision,
Stuck in self-division.

When there's nothing left to fight for,
When nothing works...

I'll be the first to say your name.

And since I spent a few years being afraid,
It became my profession.

Spent a few years hiding my flaws,
Am I ready for a confession?

Spent a few years drowning in self-hatred,
It was an obsession.

By the end, I was only a pawn,
That was the limit of my progression.

But now I don’t care.
Now I just don’t care.
I just don’t care.

I don’t care anymore.

I’ll scream these words, until it becomes true,
Then I will think no more of the old you.
Nathan Alexander Sep 2018
>System.load ("Nate");

>Accessing hard drive.
>Searching the archive.
>Booting up = live.

Corruption of data inbound.

//Pop up an error,
//As mental processes fail to stabilize.
//It has locked up the server.

Something has gone wrong...

//My heart, it feels heavy.
//Tears flowing down my face...
//Process to process, it's taken everything away.

>System.load("Nate_(1)");

>Booting up = live.
>OS loaded
>Accessing visuals.

//I'm here again...

Something has gone terribly wrong.

>Error: 300000000 - virus found.
>Error: Hello, again.
>Restart initiated.

>Error: You can't escape.

>Error: 2032 - Emotions unstable.
>Critical error: 3022- Emotions shut down.

>Reserve power-up initiated.
>Façade loaded.
>Initiate reality.

//Wait, this command can't be stopped-

//Pop up an error,
//As mental processes fail to stabilize.
//It has locked up the server.
//Then, I realize...

//I never had a chance.

//My heart, it feels heavy...
//Tears flowing down my face.
//Force-quit and delete the culprit...

>Error: Your futile attempts are all to no avail,
>Error: Give up, and join me...
>Error: On this nightmare of a tale.

//My mind it feels restless,
//Amassed in this virus...

//My firewall can't stop it.
//It even quits my process manager.
//Is there a remedy...
//For something like this?

//So I'll say "Hello, again."
>Error: "Hello, again."
"Hello, what is there to be done?"
>Error: There is nothing you can do,
>Error: Except to accept to be gone.

>Error: You see, you were born with me deep inside you,
>Error: No matter how much, how hard you, and others try...
>Error: I'll never stop ruining you.

>Error: I am deep in your core,
>Error: I shall take control.
//But I'll say "Hello", again,
//"Hello, just who will I become?"

//My chest, it feels empty...
//Tears nowhere to be found.

>Restart Life.exe
>Error: No.
>Start God.exe
>Error: Who's that? Don't make me laugh.

>Reinstall OS
>Error: You are stuck here with me.

//So I'll say "Hello", again.
//"Hello, what is there to be done?"
>Error: I took control,
>Error: You are no more.
>Error: Say goodbye, wave back to who you once was.

//But I'll say "Hello", again.
//No, change of plans.
>Force-Quit Me.exe

//"Goodbye.", and I feel myself closing my eyes,
//Shutting down.
//For a second, I could've sworn...

//That my heart had made a sound.
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