Trapped.
Hurt.
Locked Up.
Only If I Can Escape My Mind.
And Speak Up.
Thoughts I Can‘t Bare.
Hate My Own Guts.
Guiltiness.
Sorriness.
Day‘s I Wished That Never Happened.
People I Wished That Were Never On This Earth.
I Just Want To Dig A Hole And Never Come Out.
Nothing But Emptiness.
Rusty Mind.
Dull days.
Cold Heart.
Hopeless.
People.
I‘m Going ******* Insane Staying Away.
Try Atleast Look On The Brightside.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
Trapped.
Hurt.
Locked Up.
Only If I Can Escape My Mind.
And Speak Up.
Thoughts I Can‘t Bare.
Hate My Own Guts.
Guiltiness.
Sorriness.
Day‘s I Wished That Never Happened.
People I Wished That Were Never On This Earth.
I Just Want To Dig A Hole And Never Come Out.
Nothing But Emptiness.
Rusty Mind.
Dull days.
Cold Heart.
Hopeless.
People.
I‘m Going ******* Insane Staying Away.
Try Atleast Look On The Brightside.
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