The noise inside my head
doesn't seem to have an end
the words that hurt,
the feeling of neglect.
slowly kills me.
Everyday I live in my mind
the sounds of the world i couldn't find
overthinking, overthinking..
still thinking..
until a teardrop falls.
Every heart beat that aches
is so hard to fake
The longer it takes, the more painful it becomes
the quieter it is,
the more sensitive you are to pain.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 5:06 AM UTC
The noise inside my head
doesn't seem to have an end
the words that hurt,
the feeling of neglect.
slowly kills me.
Everyday I live in my mind
the sounds of the world i couldn't find
overthinking, overthinking..
still thinking..
until a teardrop falls.
Every heart beat that aches
is so hard to fake
The longer it takes, the more painful it becomes
the quieter it is,
the more sensitive you are to pain.
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