#awayout
Days turned months, and months to years,
The child now a youth smiled no more.
She alone could see her tears,
As she kept on singing, like an age old chore.
She longed to see the endless sands,
She longed to see the mountains high.
She wished to visit foreign lands,
And soar above all, through the boundless sky.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 3:11 AM UTC
I believe certain pasts don't give choices on what you become . they mold you into what they want . taking your freedom away . sometimes a moment stuns us , hurt us and in birth us sometimes a moment hit you so hard it feels like tens and thousand's of cars just ripped you to sherds and teared you apart .I see the world as a symptom . a sign of the existence of something, especially of an undesirable situation . you must realized the prison of yo mind to escape it At Times Yo Mind Might Have Yo Back Against the wall in you sitting with a razor trynna decide in find ways in distractions of ways not to end it all if you need violence to find ideas to end it all then **** yo idea its worthless because you died when you knew you had a purpose the purpose is not dying its the fact I'm ******* trying ... I'm trynna find my way out anxiety and depression won't get out the sorrows in my head got me chained up , cut up I'm trynna run as fast as I can but this beast under my bead keeps getting inside my head telling me everybody wishing I was dead that the cuts not deep enough the cries not loud enough the screams not heard enough the **** not getting me high enough the pills not taking me out fast enough I take the gun load it up wink at the beast in whispered good luck
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC