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Tell me darling
What's life like for you?
No,
What is life really like?
Why do you smile when you are in pain?
Why are you only happy during a storm?
Tell me why disaster turns you on
And show me the beauty of the chaos.
Please
Tell me about the first time you looked in a mirror and hated what you saw.
Tell me how your life fell apart when you turned 18
And how you wanted so desperately to be normal.
Darling,
Tell me about the dark times
When your alone and no one's watching
Do you talk to yourself?
Do you pretend to be the person everyone wants you to be?
When did you lose faith in God?
Did "He" turn his back on you first?
Or were you just done believing in fairytales?
Do you ever hurt yourself
To feel anything,
Only to feel nothing at all?
When did you start staring so hard at the knives?
Do you check the sharpness of the blade every time you use it?
When did that bottle of pills
Become an opportunity?
Why do you cry when your alone but despise seeing friends?
Sweet darling tell me,
When did living become your nightmare
And when did death stop scaring you?
Do you fear getting old?
Have you lost your mind yet?
Isn't it hard darling,
To stay sane in such a cruel world?
Do you find sanity overrated?
And are you tired of surviving?
Because all you want is to feel okay again?
 Apr 2013 MONKII
Burnout
Normal
 Apr 2013 MONKII
Burnout
When I say I want things back to normal
I mean I want my safe haven to be in your arms
The left side of your bed I proudly claimed
My memories of you crowd my mind
But hearing your name aloud makes me sick
There's no arguing with you
This isn't ours anymore
Your decision was made
Lets face it, you weren't planning on including me in your future
Some things are out of your hands
I'll stay my distance
But the demons of your past won't be so kind
I thought by now I would be happy
What's keeping me going if you're not mine by the end of the day?
Not much
The cold reality drives my emotionless person on autopilot
I keep going
I don't love you any less than before
I don't hurt any less than when your decision was made
The blood still pulses at the same pulse
How does such a dull, deceased, hopeless situation mature and change?
Does the dead ever grow?

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