I smile and laugh because if the people that cared about me knew my real pain, they would be worried and I cannot burden them with my weakness. I'm the strong one. I do the saving, I don't get saved, I'm not supposed to be...
Whenever I say I hate something people feel the need to respond with "Hate is a strong word" Yeah? Well so is love and people throw around that word like it's nothing..
Took another one Cause they said it might help Might cause bad stuff... we'll see... What’s done is done Once you swallow, you can’t go back Now I’m properly medicated Drug away the depression Just to survive
I think I've gone and got myself addicted To sadness, to desperation, to tragedy Broken, aching hearts Twisted stories Heart-wrenching songs Poems wrapped in darkness
I think... I think it helps Maybe it makes it all worse But I like it I don't feel so alone When I'm surrounded When I stuff myself With external tragedy So that my own demons Don't get lonely