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lost Jun 2019
why did i fail myself

i let my pain show

it slid right down my face

down my arms

i broke so easily

baby wipe those tears away, save them for when you're alone
but aren't you always?

stuck, alone in your head.
with your friends, the ones that haven't left you. the ones that will never dissapate.

you're the one thats
hated
toxic
unwanted
annoying

you're too pathetic to change

bottle it up, baby, no one needs to see your ******* pain
lost Jun 2019
they're taking over

the thoughts
the opinions
the feelings

its all back, why can't you do one thing right.

thoughts

drowning out all sound

screaming at me

they hate you
they hate you
they h a t e y o u
stop

the screaming never ceases

my mind wont let me sleep

but you, oh god you

you drowed out those thoughts
calmed the storm that is my mind

but you
you made them louder

i let you in
i couldn't hold back anymore

i lost my control

but you're so beautiful
i want you, endlessly.

but the thoughts

they always come back

and this time,

they sound like you.
lost Jun 2019
hurting everyone around me
while i hurt myself

t o x i c

everyone is being punished
for my stupidity
my scaredness
my lack of control
my complaints
me
me
me

it's all me

but i'll fix it,
ill re-gain control

soon,

you wont be hurting because of me

youll be smiling as i watch in the distance,
overtaken by the shadows

my blood falling to the ground like leaves on an autum day

i had to leave
i couldnt stay

all i can do is try take other peoples pain away and make it mine

you all deserve better
tips?
lost Jun 2019
i feel
so
alone.
wasting away like petals on an autum day
wasting away into the cold shadows in a peaceful bliss
letting it envelop me in its numbing embrace
the darkness of my mind, slipping out
caressing me
telling me to stop trying
to just
stop
tryi n g
lost Nov 2015
I will put in the box,
Rainbows and happiness,
The deepest, darkest secrets of the world,
All the hate,

I will put in the box,
The badges from people of war,
The last tear of a fairy queen,
The eyelashes of Cleopatra,

I will put in the box,*
the Inevitable
The incredable
The Beautiful
The amazing

The box is made of...
A beautiful leather crafted to perfection by the gods,
Diamonds, to represent all the beauty in the world,
Rubies, to represent all that have passed,
Crystals, to represent love,
Fluorite, to represent mysteries,
Rose Quartz, to represent the felling some we try hide,
Musgravite, to represent the worlds secrets.
That is my box
lost Aug 2015
O͞͞u͞͞t͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ l͞͞i͞͞v͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞, f͞͞r͞͞e͞͞e͞͞ o͞͞f͞͞ w͞͞o͞͞r͞͞r͞͞y͞͞,
y͞͞e͞͞t͞͞ i͞͞n͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ w͞͞o͞͞r͞͞r͞͞y͞͞'s͞͞ m͞͞o͞͞r͞͞e͞͞ t͞͞h͞͞a͞͞n͞͞ w͞͞o͞͞r͞͞d͞͞s͞͞ c͞͞o͞͞u͞͞l͞͞d͞͞ s͞͞a͞͞y͞͞.

O͞͞u͞͞t͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ l͞͞i͞͞v͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ w͞͞h͞͞o͞͞'s͞͞ l͞͞a͞͞u͞͞g͞͞h͞͞t͞͞e͞͞r͞͞ i͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞d͞͞o͞͞r͞͞e͞͞d͞͞,
y͞͞e͞͞t͞͞ i͞͞n͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ h͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ w͞͞h͞͞o͞͞ i͞͞s͞͞ s͞͞c͞͞r͞͞e͞͞a͞͞m͞͞i͞͞n͞͞g͞͞ f͞͞o͞͞r͞͞ h͞͞e͞͞l͞͞p͞͞.

O͞͞u͞͞t͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ l͞͞i͞͞v͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ w͞͞i͞͞t͞͞h͞͞ a͞͞ p͞͞e͞͞r͞͞s͞͞o͞͞n͞͞a͞͞l͞͞i͞͞t͞͞y͞͞ e͞͞v͞͞e͞͞r͞͞y͞͞o͞͞n͞͞e͞͞ e͞͞n͞͞v͞͞i͞͞e͞͞s͞͞,
y͞͞e͞͞t͞͞ i͞͞n͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ h͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ f͞͞u͞͞l͞͞l͞͞ o͞͞f͞͞ s͞͞h͞͞a͞͞m͞͞e͞͞ a͞͞n͞͞d͞͞ h͞͞a͞͞t͞͞e͞͞.

O͞͞u͞͞t͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ l͞͞i͞͞v͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ w͞͞i͞͞t͞͞h͞͞ a͞͞ s͞͞m͞͞i͞͞l͞͞e͞͞ t͞͞h͞͞a͞͞t͞͞ c͞͞a͞͞n͞͞ b͞͞r͞͞i͞͞g͞͞h͞͞t͞͞e͞͞n͞͞ u͞͞p͞͞ a͞͞n͞͞y͞͞ d͞͞a͞͞y͞͞,
y͞͞e͞͞t͞͞ i͞͞n͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ h͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ t͞͞h͞͞a͞͞t͞͞ i͞͞s͞͞ f͞͞u͞͞l͞͞l͞͞ o͞͞f͞͞ p͞͞a͞͞i͞͞n͞͞ a͞͞n͞͞d͞͞ d͞͞e͞͞s͞͞p͞͞a͞͞i͞͞r͞͞.

O͞͞u͞͞t͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ l͞͞i͞͞v͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ f͞͞u͞͞l͞͞l͞͞ o͞͞f͞͞ l͞͞i͞͞f͞͞e͞͞,
y͞͞e͞͞t͞͞ i͞͞n͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ h͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞s͞͞ a͞͞ g͞͞i͞͞r͞͞l͞͞ f͞͞u͞͞l͞͞l͞͞ o͞͞f͞͞ p͞͞a͞͞i͞͞n͞͞ w͞͞a͞͞n͞͞t͞͞i͞͞n͞͞g͞͞ t͞͞o͞͞ d͞͞i͞͞e͞͞.

W͞͞h͞͞a͞͞t͞͞ y͞͞o͞͞u͞͞ s͞͞e͞͞e͞͞ o͞͞n͞͞ t͞͞h͞͞e͞͞ o͞͞u͞͞t͞͞s͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞ i͞͞s͞͞ m͞͞y͞͞ p͞͞e͞͞r͞͞s͞͞o͞͞n͞͞a͞͞l͞͞ d͞͞i͞͞s͞͞g͞͞u͞͞i͞͞s͞͞e͞͞,
W͞͞h͞͞a͞͞t͞͞ I͞͞ h͞͞i͞͞d͞͞e͞͞, y͞͞o͞͞u͞͞ w͞͞o͞͞n͞͞'t͞͞ e͞͞v͞͞e͞͞n͞͞ b͞͞e͞͞g͞͞i͞͞n͞͞ t͞͞o͞͞ b͞͞e͞͞l͞͞i͞͞e͞͞v͞͞e͞͞.
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