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Dalton Burnett May 2013
You don't need her you've been fine
By yourself
Glad she's happy in the arms
Of someone else
There's nothing you wouldn't say
To break your fall
Nothing you wouldn't do to take the pain
**** it all

You've got no feelings, nothing here
Can bring you down
Tired of playing all the games
All the run around
You'll move on as you've
Seen this all before
You get strong and laugh as fate
Closes all the doors

You're to blame you're just
Not enough
You're the reason why you'll
Never find love
All your hate it
Belongs inside
Because all you are is the problem
That you can't hide

You run away as if
That will help
But you know your soul is
Condemned to hell
Someday soon you have to
Face the facts
Someday soon you'll realize
There's no going back

It's such a shame,
I'm to blame.
Dalton Burnett Apr 2013
I contempate, is this my fate?
Nothing comes to mind.
I've lost the light, fallen down,
No hope here I'll find.
No strength remains, in my heart,
There's nothing I can do.
For in the dark, I have lost,
My will to sail this storm through.

They spit on me, with their apathy,
Why can't they understand?
I'm all alone, far from home,
Lonesome broken man.
Inside of me, only misery,
I'm done it's too late.
I'm letting go, breaking off,
Full of fear and hate.

So take your world, take it all,
It is lost to me.
In the cold, my soul unfolds,
This you'll never see.
Broken thoughs, haunt my mind,
There will be no rest,
Is this the end?, surely not,
Mors principium est.
Mors principium est- latin for "death is only the beginning"
Dalton Burnett Apr 2013
You see the soul that's torn and cold,
Where demons lurk with tales untold.
The idea of speaking and letting it out,
Shall forever fill this soul with doubt.

To confide in another and lay it all to bare,
They'll take on this burden or they won't care.
Why then should it speak just to bring others down,
Or talk to the walls who don't hear a sound.

Don't ask this soul if it's doing alright,
It hurts more to hide it than it hurts to fight.
This soul won't confess and let others in,
It will lie in its' longing until the bitter end.
Dalton Burnett May 2013
Always being put down,
You think it matters to me?
You'll see...
You say I could do better,
I don't give a ****,
It's bad luck.
This never ending delusion,
Would fill a lesser man with despair.
But I'm so gloriously hollow,
I really don't care.
The way I live my life is my choice to make,
I'd rather live one constant mistake,
Than be a fake.
Keep throwing around that word suicidal,
This horse ain't got no bridle,
And I'll do as I please.

— The End —