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gray rain Apr 2016
I don't know why people hate
We don't get to choose our fate
I can't wait for the day
when we are all entitled to say
this is me
and who I'm going to be
and no judgement will be past
it was never a thing made to last
anti-anything will not exist
this is the life I want to live
when you hit the like button,
and the heart turns red,
or you reshare my work,
it revives me.
Someone always likes something.
Oh and how heartwarming it is
when you leave me a comment.
It fills my spirit,
to know you like what I wrote,
and you cared enough
to read my words.
For you, the viewer,
I respect you.
Everything you are.
I read your comments,
each and every one.
I appreciate them all,
and this is how I thank you.
I really love
how you build me up,
and how you are there for me
when I need you.
Thank you truly
from the bottom of my heart.
You truly make me
bleed diamonds.
to each and every one of you
gray rain Apr 2016
When you feel like giving up
go to the mirror
and realise you don't give a ****
gray rain Apr 2016
I am running far away
away from the dark
away from you
away from my past
away from my life
I am running far away
because I cannot bare to stay

when I feel better I may return
but it is non of your concern
my life is mine
your life is yours
you don't control me
because you will fall
and you don't want to live your life to hit a wall
gray rain Apr 2016
When I feel like giving up
I like to think of you
all the help you gave me
all the times you pushed me through

but you didn't need me
you set me free
opened the lock with the key
and left me be

you opened my eyes
you let me see
but there was a train
about to run over me
gray rain Apr 2016
Always relaxed, barely stressed
but inside your a nervous mess.
no one sees inside you.
no one sees that you are two.
no one sees that you hide,
the just think your open all the time.
everyone thinks you have hope
when inside you cannot cope.
everyone sees that your alive.
when reality is your dead inside.
gray rain Apr 2016
12 o'clock
never seems to stop
I threw a rock
at the grandfather clock
but the tick tock
doesn't stop
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