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It was never love, lust causes illusions. Pulls your heart deep into the sunken place, till all that you're in is a state of confusion. Building on nothing real, sacrificing how you feel for the sake of the happiness of someone else, with no reciprocity. As if they're ashamed of the real you, they try molding you into who they want you to be, just so others can be pleased. The westernized mind, microwaved and fried, indoctrinated till its living the "American dream," based off of lies. Always asking "What do you do?" so they know what level of respect to show, never concerned with your soul, and how bright it must glow. We need money to survive in this three dimensional life, always taught the ups and downs, left and rights, but never touch on the importance of what's inside. Always worried about how we look in other people's eyes, we hold onto nothing except a false reality and relationships built on lies. But I refuse to pretend to act like this is what life should look and feel like, so I reclaim my heart, climb out of the sunken place and live life with both eyes open wide. Guarding the heart and protecting my mind.
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
apollo-hayden
Reclaiming the Heart
It was never love, lust causes illusions. Pulls your heart deep into the sunken place, till all that you're in is a state of confusion. Building on nothing real, sacrificing how you feel for the sake of the happiness of someone else, with no reciprocity. As if they're ashamed of the real you, they try molding you into who they want you to be, just so others can be pleased. The westernized mind, microwaved and fried, indoctrinated till its living the "American dream," based off of lies. Always asking "What do you do?" so they know what level of respect to show, never concerned with your soul, and how bright it must glow. We need money to survive in this three dimensional life, always taught the ups and downs, left and rights, but never touch on the importance of what's inside. Always worried about how we look in other people's eyes, we hold onto nothing except a false reality and relationships built on lies. But I refuse to pretend to act like this is what life should look and feel like, so I reclaim my heart, climb out of the sunken place and live life with both eyes open wide. Guarding the heart and protecting my mind.
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Now you're in the sunken place Clawing at your own skin To escape Break free From the prison inside you Pulling apart Your rib cage Because it feels like You're suffocating yourself Panting         Gasping               Grasping For reality But the only thing you catch Is a handful Of your decaying flesh And now you're in the sunken place The tears like acid- Poison to your eyes Burning through your sight So you fight With clouded vision Stumbling into The labyrinth that is your brain Colliding         Crashing               Bashing Against the tissued barriers The padded walls Insanely insanity The darkest type of mental institute Locked with three clicks Inside your head And now you're in the sunken place Constantly slicing yourself open Searching for a key To unlock the psych ward door A key- Lost in your vital organs So you cut deeper Deep-deep down under Drowning in gallons Or your own crimson blood Muffling your screams to girgles You try and hide In the fissures of your bones Tearing        Splitting             Ripping Through yourself To escape yourself To survive this hell To outlive your jail cell So now you're stuck In the sunken place Quietly psychotic Waiting for what comes next Paralyzed          Frozen              Broken ... You're the patient in Asylum X.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC
ValeLuna
The Patient in Asylum X
Now you're in the sunken place Clawing at your own skin To escape Break free From the prison inside you Pulling apart Your rib cage Because it feels like You're suffocating yourself Panting         Gasping               Grasping For reality But the only thing you catch Is a handful Of your decaying flesh And now you're in the sunken place The tears like acid- Poison to your eyes Burning through your sight So you fight With clouded vision Stumbling into The labyrinth that is your brain Colliding         Crashing               Bashing Against the tissued barriers The padded walls Insanely insanity The darkest type of mental institute Locked with three clicks Inside your head And now you're in the sunken place Constantly slicing yourself open Searching for a key To unlock the psych ward door A key- Lost in your vital organs So you cut deeper Deep-deep down under Drowning in gallons Or your own crimson blood Muffling your screams to girgles You try and hide In the fissures of your bones Tearing        Splitting             Ripping Through yourself To escape yourself To survive this hell To outlive your jail cell So now you're stuck In the sunken place Quietly psychotic Waiting for what comes next Paralyzed          Frozen              Broken ... You're the patient in Asylum X.
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