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Apr 2014
Happiness is so deceiving,
Hope is an illusion,
This feels so sinful,
Everyone feels so ******.

Love is a curse,
Infecting your body like some disease.
Causing panic in our hearts,
Begging for this loneliness to stop,
Always cowering on our knees.

I wish to rid this ache I feel,
My love was taken,
Never earned, never given,
Seemed so easy to steal.

You crawled your way into my head,
Sleepless nights,
Tossing and turning alone in this bed.
I cannot forget your smile,
What felt so right,
Now feels so pathetic and vile.

In this room, full of many,
I couldn't help but feel alone.
Laughing and good times were had,
But I couldn't ignore my gloom.

Horrible thoughts run through my mind,
Even when someone asks
"do you have the time?"
I feel the urge to wreak havoc,
I feel the urge to ****,
But that will have to wait,
For only when we're alone,
Can there be blood to spill.

I'm so sick of being numb,
So tired of feeling used,
I always feel so dumb.

I want to run away from this hectic mess,
I want to see endlessness,
I want to see the stars,
Feel the wind in my hair,
I want to feel your kiss on my breathe.
Blythe Barrymore
Written by
Blythe Barrymore  Portland
(Portland)   
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