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Wishing life could be over, but really just wanting it to change.
The phone it just rings
RING
RING
RINGING
"I answer"
"The person you are trying to contact"
Iiiiiiissssss Nooootttt Hoooommmee
I smash the receiver against The wall
Shards of black rain
Upon the concrete,
Turn liquid in to the cracks, dissolve
Then I run in to darkness
I hear it once more
Taunting,
Ridiculing,
Mocking
Me in the distance I reach my destination
"The person you are trying to contact"
Iiiiiiissssss Nooootttt Hoooommmee
I once again smash
Screaming, Fu#k you,
I look out the window
I see everything
But the phone keeps
RING,
RING,
RINGING
I'm trapped within a mind
That never answers, I am
Lucid in here but
"The phone never rings out"
My subconscious, just leaves a message,
"The person you are trying to contact"
**Iiiiiiissssss Nooootttt Hoooommmee
good grades
   good meals
Good life
  Pretty
Good people around/family
  Good guy whos kinda there for me
I'm throwing stones into swimming pools making ripples in your pupils. I'm that poor pebble that drowns in your dark eyes. And you'll find me there crying at the bottom. Maybe you'll dive in and scoop me up, finding the light that shines within me. Or maybe you'll toss me aside with the other sad stones and wait for another to jump into your swimming pool.
Your perfection,
       Toned
    And beautiful
Down to your soul
       Radiating from your pores
   Couldn't know you better
Or anymore
       So in love

Your secrets,
         Scary
   And unknown to me
Deep in your depths
          Discovering one at a time
      Knowing you less and less
  With every darkness
          I find

Your anger
          Morbid
      And apparently deadly
How could you do this to me?
    Throwing in a hole, my almost lifeless body
        I thought I knew you before
   But I discovered your secrets,
             Your lies
      The last ounce of love I had leaves
          As the final pile of dirt covers my eyes
      **Burying me alive
Tis the season where
  Love shows
Yet there is none for me
   Known yet
Where magic is suppose to sparkle all around
Off the snow
      I want something magical before
  Christmas arrives
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