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From death to death i fall As i try to get up i fail I know why it hurts so much 'Cus i keep em all in a bunch I bundle them all inside Sometimes despising everyone in sight Help,i'm going way down low Way down low till i bow Ease up the tension Have fun and show affection Put on a smile More like a sham Smiles covering the hurt and pains Faking it till i make it Trying to hold out past noon. It will all be over soon Suicidal?,No i'm not My mind might be in knots But not twisted enough for that I'm stronger than that I'm not just living for me I have people that care for me They might not be here now But in my thoughts i know Always been a warrior But when i look in the mirror I only see the face of who i was The real me is washed away I don't recognise the stranger i see Looking back at me with glee What has happened to me This big change has broken me. Learning to live with it Picking the pieces back to fit But every glass i pick i get a cut But i have to bear the pain and hurt If i really want me back Me now even with tears and crack Well no time to weep My reward i guess,for being weak.
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
Death To Death
From death to death i fall As i try to get up i fail I know why it hurts so much 'Cus i keep em all in a bunch I bundle them all inside Sometimes despising everyone in sight Help,i'm going way down low Way down low till i bow Ease up the tension Have fun and show affection Put on a smile More like a sham Smiles covering the hurt and pains Faking it till i make it Trying to hold out past noon. It will all be over soon Suicidal?,No i'm not My mind might be in knots But not twisted enough for that I'm stronger than that I'm not just living for me I have people that care for me They might not be here now But in my thoughts i know Always been a warrior But when i look in the mirror I only see the face of who i was The real me is washed away I don't recognise the stranger i see Looking back at me with glee What has happened to me This big change has broken me. Learning to live with it Picking the pieces back to fit But every glass i pick i get a cut But i have to bear the pain and hurt If i really want me back Me now even with tears and crack Well no time to weep My reward i guess,for being weak.
Sky47
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Sky47
21/F/United States
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
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