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No one loves me
I'm not worth a single drop of blood

It would be wasted
If you spilt it for me

And dry your tears
For I'm the only one that has to cry

This time,
So there's no use shedding them for me

Sometimes, I wish I knew
How to disappear completely

So no one would remember my voice
Have no memories with me

I feel like life
Would merrily move along

If I were just simply
Gone
                     Gone

    Gone.
The titles also a radiohead song. But it doesnt seem like a bad idea. Erase everyones memories of me and just leave. Fall back into the everlong seas of black unconcious and then hopefully to the end of time- the extraterrestrial, super inconcievable meaning of life. I believe we find it when we die. I dont even know, I dont think anyone loves me so its about that time.
i want to write
my inner words
i want to let
my deep cries out
but i can't have
you frightened child
stand up against
my vicious doubt
around 2011
Two
I walk only with two

GREED
and
PITY
 Mar 2015 Dark Musings
McKenzie
Rewinding time is all I seem to be doing
But now it seems that the tape keeps going
Here I go back to the one place I thought I have risen above
Back to a place that I longer call home
Goodbyes aren't ready to be said in that town
They just come as you think it has all stopped
To when you think you have no more cries left in you
When rewinding was all fun
It seemed to be that I hit the button to hard
And when it stopped it took me back to here
The town of misery
The town for which I am not ready to go back
So maybe this is a mistake or meant to be
I guess I'll just try to stall and try to fix
What cannot be fixed
But anything I can do to stop rewinding
And hit play
We are insects of our own demise
Scattering through the cracks in the pavement
Looking down with their bulging eyes
The giants await to squash our brains out
and crush our fragile bodies

The earth shakes with every black soul
We fear the evil that awaits
Decimated with no survivors
We are insects, no more!!
looking down at the lesser known of society, the people living on the streets and under the bridges, the trash can fires to keep them warm, what world awaits them as they try to survive
 Mar 2015 Dark Musings
bones
A ***
that
is left
un-
stirred
boils
dry and
stinks
(thank you le comps)
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