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I'm usually not afraid of many things,
but there is one thing I am utterly afraid of.

One might think I'm afraid of the dark,
or maybe I'm afraid of heights.
Some would guess I'm afraid of spiders.
All of these guesses, while possible, would be wrong.

What I'm most afraid of is death, but not death itself.
I'm afraid of dying, and not being able to let her know.

I'm afraid of how she will find out I'm gone.

Will she read a post on facebook?
Will she see it on the news?
Will a friend just tell her?

Will she even find out at all?

Will she text me a million times,
and get mad at me for not answering back?
Will she think I'm mad at her?

Will she cry for me?

Will she be at my funeral?

Will she miss me?


That's the thought that cripples me at night.
I showed a girl a picture
Of a dying man she said it would scar forever
And I told her that was the purpose
That I was only returning a favor
She walked out of the place
Thought she'd be gone forever
She came back the next day
And started to say that she was better
Than all the others
Said we'd be forever, said we'd be forever

But my walls keep falling down
Keep breaking down
And I put in my all just to keep them up but
I am growing so tired of being stretched so thin
Of trying to pretend that this ain't bothering me

I used to know what I was doing
But I got lost in all the fake promises and paranoia
I am trying to hard again
I'd sell myself to win
I'd sell myself to make her smile
And sometimes I feel so alone I'm forced into my own world
Where I waste my time building my own kingdom

But my walls keep falling down
Keep breaking down
And I put in my all just to keep them up but
I am growing so tired of being stretched so thin
Of trying to pretend that this ain't bothering me

I showed a girl a picture of a dying man

https://spencercarlson.bandcamp.com/track/my-stupid-kingdom
Third track from my album *I'm Pretty Sure This World Has Cancer*
With your arms comfort me
Or find a distraction to set me free
from the darkness and abyss
seeping in with its deadly kiss

Hold me as we watch our favourite show
or buy me roses, row by row
To heal me from the wounds of the past
and find me happiness to last

Give me advice gentle and caring
or in silence sit simply staring
To let me melt in your eyes
away from all the pasts dark lies

Compliment me on more than looks
or bring me all my favourite books
To distract me from all the scars
of the constant emotional wars

But don't ever let me hear you say
that everything will be okay
Because if I do, then you will see
that our relationship isn't meant to be

Let's think of the present now
and if you do not know how
maybe you don't know me after all, here's why
your only way to comfort, is to think of the past and lie
Why do people always think that the best way to comfort someone is to tell them that everything will be okay? They don't know, and all it does is show that they don't know you, because the only thing they can think to do to reassure you is lie about the future since they are unable to help you in the present

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