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Life, So full of joy. Happiness made to be unbearable, Laughing with friends, Wishing everything could stay this way. Suddenly you meet a person, That changes your world. Then you think that it's the one, The one that was meant to be. And that's where your hell begins All you see then, Is blurry but blood red anger. Your mouth continues shouting, Though your eyes are tearing. Your voice comes out painful and sharp, And yet it still shakes. You think it'll be okay, Then your friends begin backstabbing. Mocking you, Pulling you apart, Bit by bit, You slowly lose yourself. Your family, you think, Will probably listen. But they have no patience for you, No time to spare for you. You fall into emptiness, A void of only darkness No longer do you see the sun as joy But you glare back at it Brown orbs turned red, Filled with pure hatred. You think to yourself, Nothing in this world is good You forget your personality, Your character, Your everything, And soon, You lose yourself. Slipping away from all consciousness, Then suddenly, Gone.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Missing Life
Life, So full of joy. Happiness made to be unbearable, Laughing with friends, Wishing everything could stay this way. Suddenly you meet a person, That changes your world. Then you think that it's the one, The one that was meant to be. And that's where your hell begins All you see then, Is blurry but blood red anger. Your mouth continues shouting, Though your eyes are tearing. Your voice comes out painful and sharp, And yet it still shakes. You think it'll be okay, Then your friends begin backstabbing. Mocking you, Pulling you apart, Bit by bit, You slowly lose yourself. Your family, you think, Will probably listen. But they have no patience for you, No time to spare for you. You fall into emptiness, A void of only darkness No longer do you see the sun as joy But you glare back at it Brown orbs turned red, Filled with pure hatred. You think to yourself, Nothing in this world is good You forget your personality, Your character, Your everything, And soon, You lose yourself. Slipping away from all consciousness, Then suddenly, Gone.
#depression#death#angst#cg
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clockworkgrenade
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
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