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I stare at the paper for hours But I see no words Only scratches of something supposedly informative. Where I live, nothing seems to matter The wind comes from the deep, dark thoughts floating by At speeds that I always seem to catch up to I see their mouths stuck in expressions of emotion As I begin to venture into the vast, torturous wasteland That is my mind. The people around me seem to freeze Fading into dull, lifeless objects As I transcend out of normality No clouds, no sun, nothing is required of me I feel safe inside of my mind Where my thoughts and me become one I am important in this dream realm I matter to someone... She exists only in here. Even though I do not matter to myself I matter to her And she keeps me from slipping away If only she could come with me when I leave... I would be a better person And maybe, for once in this life, I could be worthwhile. The whiteness fades, My body begins to reappear and touches the ground once more I try to avoid eye contact with everyone around me Why do they make fun of what they think they know? I don't want to let them in... So I don't.
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
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I stare at the paper for hours But I see no words Only scratches of something supposedly informative. Where I live, nothing seems to matter The wind comes from the deep, dark thoughts floating by At speeds that I always seem to catch up to I see their mouths stuck in expressions of emotion As I begin to venture into the vast, torturous wasteland That is my mind. The people around me seem to freeze Fading into dull, lifeless objects As I transcend out of normality No clouds, no sun, nothing is required of me I feel safe inside of my mind Where my thoughts and me become one I am important in this dream realm I matter to someone... She exists only in here. Even though I do not matter to myself I matter to her And she keeps me from slipping away If only she could come with me when I leave... I would be a better person And maybe, for once in this life, I could be worthwhile. The whiteness fades, My body begins to reappear and touches the ground once more I try to avoid eye contact with everyone around me Why do they make fun of what they think they know? I don't want to let them in... So I don't.
drvanatta
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
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