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2.3k · Oct 2012
The Haunting
City Grave Oct 2012
Give me all the drugs
Give me all the ***
Give me the fights at night
Give me every ******* thing you have
**** success
**** being best dressed
That **** doesn’t last
It doesn’t last, it’ll pass when we pass
You get happy then sad
You’re excited than disappointment
Constantly guessing all the possibilities
And wondering why the pain haunts you day to day
Give me patience
Give me all the **** virtues that I’ve always lacked
Give me acceptance
Give me love, give me life
So what if it gives me inspiration, I’m tired of the suffering
No one asked to born
But people ask to die
Can’t even ******* fall asleep at night
City Grave Oct 2012
It was as bad as consuming a bucket of onions

Living, breathing, life

Getting up every morning

Taking a shower, getting dressed, getting out the door, and into the world

A break would’ve been pleasant

Being able to sit under the trees

Not worrying about time

Now that, would put my body at ease

Constant rush, increasing pressure

Life is like an on going natural disaster

What are we even after?

Who are we trying to impress?

We as humans are deceitful

We’re our own best friend

Yet our own worst enemy

I want a break

Fresh air

I’m tired of being stuck in despair

Let me lie under the trees and breathe

Completely let go of who I used to be
1.4k · Oct 2012
Death Grabbing Trees
City Grave Oct 2012
Did it ever occur to you that nothing matters
We’re nothing of something
Products of the past
None of us will ever ******* last
Did anyone tell you the truth?
Did you ask?
Everyone that’s ever died is never coming back
Once you’re gone, you’re done, dead, dust
We’re not clean
We’re not pure
We’re unsure of the future and the past
It’s a mystery
This is all self-explanatory
We’re all dommed to be consumed by what we ignore
Our blood will pour
As we adore what we can never have
We die
The world ends
Everything stops, nothing last forever
Whether it’s natural or self imposed
Remember not all of us grow old
So think before you grab the knife
Think of the end to the suffering
Enjoy what’s left before it’s gone
Because one that’s exactly what we’ll be
Dead and gone for no one to see
1.1k · Oct 2012
The Crippling
City Grave Oct 2012
She was crippled
Lost in her thoughts
As pieces of her life shattered around her
She was caved in
The room began to spin
Everything raised
As what was left of her hope began to fade away
Spinning, and shifting; no escape
Never let loose for a breath of fresh air
But caught in despair she drops the razor
Flushes the pills
Drains the alcohol
But grabs the knife, and ends everything including her life
717 · Feb 2013
Another Letter To Father
City Grave Feb 2013
Sorry I'm going in your direction

I'm trying to get through the cold

It's freezing out here

And I'm trying to avoid the bones

It snowed yesturday but my heart didn't grow cold

My graduation day is set for June

Thought it would be nice to know

And I know

You don't wanna hear about my love or my dreams

Because it's not your career

But I just wanna stear clear of the lies

Smoke and mirrors filled our past time

I just wanna clear this ice cold road

No, I never had hope, and my loved had failed

Because I never had a man to look me in the eyes

Tell me I'm doing right

Wipe my tears

Defrost the car

Paint the walls white

I'm doing right

Struggle through the cold on my own

Don't need to break your bones

No I don't wanna live your fairytale life
family,father,weather,

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