When the days are long and the nights are restless,
we seek for a way to forget.
We bathe in our sorrows.
We rip ourselves to shreds.
We bleed to feel, because not feeling hurts more then the pain of blades.
When life ***** us over we struggle to climb back up,
and when we get up. Life laughs and kicks us down again.
Whats the point.
We feel nothing.
We are in an endless cycle.
Whats the point.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
When the days are long and the nights are restless,
we seek for a way to forget.
We bathe in our sorrows.
We rip ourselves to shreds.
We bleed to feel, because not feeling hurts more then the pain of blades.
When life ***** us over we struggle to climb back up,
and when we get up. Life laughs and kicks us down again.
Whats the point.
We feel nothing.
We are in an endless cycle.
Whats the point.
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