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I'm sick of being tired,
Tired of being sick.
I create this negative atmosphere,
The air is polluting and thick.

I can't help but see the negatives,
In everything I seem to contact,
Relationships, friendships,
Its like their only here under contract.

I feel like no one wants me,
To be around, even for a chat,
"Get the f*k away from me,
You ugly, hairy, fat, tw
t"

I know its all in my head,
But reality distorts in there,
I know people love me,
And people truly care.

But the wave of darkness,
Surrounds my skull,
I'm scared I'm loosing this battle,
The void might swollow me whole.

I try to be the light,
That makes people smile,
But I'm hidden behind this light,
I've been hiding for quite a while.

The face is a broken image,
But broken on the inside,
I don't want people to see this,
Thats why I hide.

Please, if you know me,
Just talk as if we're fine,
Ignore any insecurities,
They're not yours to deal with, they're mine.
Styles Jun 2014
Living in a lonely world,
Falling for everything;
got me here.
headed to nowhere.
But empty space,
Wondering if I should,
take it there. Or stay miss
placed. Mars for Pluto’s
and kudos for escapes.
Things looking up,
I’m feeling; fate.
Tomorrow never lies,
Then again; Time kills.
Brutal battle grounds;
Where Love don’t make a sound.
Heated passions simmer down.
Dudes that had my back;
Waiting for me to turn around.
Toxic crusaders; pullin me down.
Devil’s advocates; in the back ground.
Angels have wings; no need to touch down.
The thought; alone. So profound.
Karma knocking; she’s on the rebound.
Hold-up; that’s her – calling me now.
Holla if you know who the Toxic Crusader was?

— The End —