a red liquid flew as tears over your cheeks not because sadness or grief, but caused by guilt we won't let you forget what you've done the blood of the innocent keeps sticking on your body.
I love her more than anything, I think Although right now I can’t really tell I’ve been with her for what feels like forever Down here in this never ending hell I face a coin toss every day with her Call heads or tails, happy or sad Wait with bated breath as the coin soars Curse as it lands “tails”, now she’s mad I can’t live with fifty-fifty chances Every second of every day of my life But if I push her any further I’m terrified she’ll seek comfort with a knife It’s so frustrating to love someone Who thinks the world is always against her Who can’t seem to love herself And no matter what I say, she’s insecure
Is this love? What am I doing here? I can’t keep fighting her endless fear
Stop the yelling Stop the swearing I can feel my tear ducts burning We live in a house Food and care Driven everywhere But how come I live in constant fear Of the raising of voices Up in here? Stop the yelling Stop the swearing Can't we all just get along? I can feel my sanity dropping Maybe when I move out My sanity won't be in a drought
whats the name of the phobia for the fear of loud noises/yelling also everything is ok i just get upset over simple callouts even if it's positive
When I write, I can see how crazy this all is. When I vent, I can hear how stupid I sound. When I cry, I can't think of anything. When I hated you, I hated myself. When they helped me, I thought I didn't need it. When I want to, I'll realize how much this hurt me.
it's been raining like waves crashing on the sidewalk i've been avoiding the puddles waiting on the dawn of something i can hold to come along and make me feel alive again?
but the days never come easy the morning rush only brings silence the loneliness drags on i've been wondering if the strangers on the bus feel the same way i do are they breathing?
sleep won't come affectionate offerings mean nothing it could get better but all it is is getting worse and all i to know is i want to know what it feels like to feel hurt again because all i feel is nothing
so if this happens to be a rare situation a bad dream where i'm running a sweet dream where i cut off everything i hate about myself maybe it'll turn out alright and i'll find the feeling to feel alive again
i've been fighting a long time i can't save him now i've been fighting a long time she can't save me now i've been fighting a long time i can't save me now
I might come back to rewrite it because I'm not 100% happy with it, but I think for now it's okay
