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I love you. I Hate you.
It's a fight everyday.
Go away. Go away.
I don't wanna be you.
Love you. Hate you.
Never wanted to be you.
I am me and I hate me.
I am me and I love me.
Over think. Over think.
All I do is over think.
My mind won't stop it goes a million miles.
This this that.
Going on in my head.
ruby stains Feb 2015
i like the typ<e tha?t's
dif}feren\t th=an
me in every way and
fo ^rm * (it'll h_]urt
le.ss if th-ey hu"rt me
'cause:: i know *if that
were m'e//, i neve:/r w
ould'a done it) ,


i like the type that'll
always make me la
ug
h ev%en whe^n i can't
bre##athe (even though
it'd bu
rn and const
rict,
that, right the+re, wo[u
ld be h ea v)en).

i like the type that won't ob
s
e_ss over me as i obs@ess
ov$er the m;(wouldn't wann
a put 'em throu
gh that kin*da
m is e r      ,y.)
this is getting worse.
(honestly i wanted to make this sweet, but it just never happened)
Why didn't I stop him?
Was there a way?
Or was he too ****** up in the head to listen?
Did he not realise that what he did was wrong?
Did he not understand that seven years later I would still hate myself?
Could he not, just for a moment, have stopped and thought about me?
No?
Then why the **** should I care about him?
What is it about me that means, not only do I forgive him, but I want to help him as well?
Why did I become the cold-hearted *******?
How did that happen?
Where did he take my happiness?
Because he talks so much **** I don't know what to believe anymore.
How can he live with himself?
I certainly can't, but he just keeps ******* up as many lives as he can.
I'd keep going,
But he isn't worth it,
He just took every part of my mind,
And reversed my joy.

I'm done.
We all have the power.
We all have a say.
If we just stand up.
Stop all the *******,
and just stand up!

Yeah, it's just sad is all.
So much we can do.
So much we have a say in.
To ******* change.
But everyone loves their some-what comfortable lives.
To take that wonderful chance.
We all have the power.
Every single one of us.
YES, YOU!

So yes it's sad.
We will probably destroy ourselves.
Too late?
Who ******* knows...
So sick of how the world is being controlled.
Natalie Neo Oct 2014
I'm sorry
for the deprived trust due to my own unreasonable insecurities.

I'm sorry
for the controlling acts stemming from my fear of loss.

I'm sorry
for the cowardice in my flight as I find no guts to stay.

I'm sorry
for the tainted glass I brought along to shame the window pane.

I'm sorry
for the ignorance I possess which blinded me to the gem.

I'm sorry
for the frost in my words even colder than dry ice.

I'm sorry
for the self-righteousness which built the wall around us.

I'm sorry
for the obedience to social norms that created false compliance.

I'm sorry,
I messed up.
i am so alone.
everything seems so out of reach.
im lost.
you can never find me.
it happened so fast.
i never saw it coming.
always looking for comfort.
do i even know what that means?
im lost.
everything's bottled up inside.
if i take it out on you, im sorry.
will it be like this forever?
or will i find that "perfect" somebody.
i feel like im insane.
always alone with my thoughts.
i need someone to share these things with.
i need someone who will care.
i need someone who will love me for me.
everything feels so cold.
fragile and in pieces.
im messed up.
who would want this?
i wouldn't.
unstable and insecure.
speaking my own mind.
even if it's not wanted.
will i be strong?
can i stand it?
or will i crumble down alone?
i wish i knew.
it would save a lot of grief.
then i wouldn't have to guess.
i wouldn't have to cry.
i wouldn't have to punish myself.
i wouldn't be so out of control.
and i wouldn't be so scared.
the things just pile on.
no warning signs or flashing lights.
BOOM, and its just there!
i have lost what little control i have.
will i ever get that back?
or will i wither and die?
alone and afraid.
Mik Josefchuk Jun 2014
I'm used to the roar of anger
All the screaming in pain
The animals inside my head
Are driving me insane
I've tried to hard to cage them
To keep the devils tame
But the animals inside my head
Are driving me insane

I'm always being hunted
By demons and relentless beasts
Every day I'm being hunted
While I search for my release
My music isn't loud enough
I need a sharper blade
The animals inside my head
Are driving me insane

Every day is repeating
And no one seems to care
I know you hear my pleading
I stopped asking "is anyone there?"
I'm used to hearing "worthless"
I answer like it's my name
The animals inside my head
Are driving me insane

They're taking me over
And I love the bliss
This gaze staring back at you isn't mine
I'm not going to be missed
I'm giving in to my monsters
They play a better game
But the animals inside my head
Are driving me insane

Now I'm the one who roars in anger
I've ceased to scream in pain
The animals inside my head
Have driven me insane
I've tried to hard to cage them
To keep the devils tame
But the animals inside my head
Have finally driven me insane.
Everyone always asks you, "What's going on in your mind?", so I've answered it. Everything in here has a specific meaning, even the rhyming symbolizes something. We all have demons, just some are a little louder.
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