Is this the first stage to something great?
Or the first stage to a long, dark road
Am I waiting for a response to these questions
Or do I already know

This bath is not only filled with the tears of my eyes, for I sit in a cocktail of tears and blood. What once was a Shirley Temple shared with friends at the bar, now becomes my grotesque form of release.

Find what you are passionate about
Find what makes you happy
Life is what you make it
So make it a good one

Find your discovery of meaning
Find your addiction
Life is what you make it
So go out and get it

Before life, we were souls waiting for a physical form to call our own

Shapeless phantoms floating about the universe, marveling at gaseous clouds

No mind, no body, all connected

The immortal soul bending and weaving through all of us attached

Before life, there was us

In the morning, I wear my happy face
Applied like makeup to mask the truth
Sometimes I wear it to bed, for it helps me sleep
How can something so false provide so much comfort?
Behind my mask lies my true self
Like a deep cut; it's only healing is but a bandaid
Take off my mask, rip off my bandaid, wash away the makeup
But it hurts too much
In the morning I wear my happy face

music time

Pit pat is the sound made my the bottoms of my feet, making my way ever so closely to my knifes. My sincere serrated digs up blood and tissue, as if it is trying to search for the joy that died out many years ago.

The toughest battles are fought in your head
But I don’t think I’m ready

Do not be afraid to say sorry.
I remember your forgiveness more than your mistakes.

Jesus
I’m so dumb
Why can’t I think of the consequences
If you know who I am
Forgive me
But do not forget
I can’t keep bashing myself in

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Angel on one shoulder, Devil on the other.
Bickering between them and I’m stuck in the ******* middle. I never knew it could be possible, but the Angel brings out my wrath for everything, breathing or not. The Angel squeaking in my ear turns me to the devil, for I want to stomp away this unrealistic symbol of Good and Innocence. The Devil shows me that I am quite a mercy-full being, for he speaks the twisted ways of the devil, and I may be mercy full in not acting out his ways. Days upon days they yell and yell, never reaching a conclusion. Unlike them, I have reached a conclusion; that being a paintbrush with pellets.