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Dead inside I am.
Dead I am.
Pain is only in my head where my demons live.
Daily doses of lies. "I'm good" "I'm always good (fake smile)"
Death use to be something of fear for me.
Now I don't know the difference between living and dieing.
Are we living to die?
Or are we dieing to live?
Dead inside I am.
I am dead.
Visuals of the bottom of a lake and how long it'll take me to reach the bottom.
How hurt will my mother be?
Dead inside I am.
I am Dead.
Feelings are nothing more than a tease of what I believe to be the key to happiness.
That happiness is when you finally get to lay in a casket or be cremated into a ern.
Dead inside I am.
I am Dead.
Why feel anything?
No pills needed for me to not feel.
Only takes one thing to make sure that smile of mines turns to rain.
And it to me is worst than death.
I will live until my final day here.
I will remain the same.
Dead inside I am.
I am Dead.
Can I come home now?
What do you do when you can't  hear any music  to play or see any movie to watch
Your friends are all dead and your out of *** but stuck in your head?
Hello portry
When I die please don't bury me
Just take my ashes and spread them across the world
Take me to the places I'll never see
The trips I'll never take
Don't have a funeral instead through a party
Where everyone pretends to be happy for a few hours in my name
I hope everyone wakes up
Realize it's more to life than this game we play on the daily
Wake up and see the clear/cloudy sky as a blessing
Hear the birds as natural music
And the crickets as true blues
When I die don't cry just smile
Ceiling fan Ceiling fan Ceiling fan
Spin so fast I get lost when I can
Ceiling fan Ceiling fan Ceiling fan
You're more appealing than the wall could ever can
Ceiling fan Ceiling fan Ceiling fan
You keep spinning fast so I can pass out
Ceiling fan
You no doubt, keep me company till I am out like the lights I refuse to turn on when I'm laying in bed and are alone
Ceiling fan
You the best, like you have a S and a chest, you keep my eyes glued and entertained until the light goes out in my brain
Ceiling fan
Short poem Good morning Goodnight
The difference between actions and habits,
     is often measured by the person you're asking.  
One bump, one line, one half ounce . . .
All shared by people you don't even give a **** about.

These chemicals make me sick --
              Limitless . . . Why quit?
              When it's only ten bucks for a hit like this?
Even Jesus Christ would have gotten addicted,
              if drugs in his day were half this good.

"Yeah, I'm smashed -- but I promise I can drive fine."
      Walk and push the limits of a real fine line...
If I don't **** myself, or someone else . . . I'm happy.
       Stare death in his eyes, wink, and start laughing.

Gasping as I swerve lanes --
Stay safe, get paid. Mundane daily.
Living a-live . . .
Eat. Sleep. Dream. Get laid.  
Chase feelings.

           Please, just feel me now.
                                    You know me, right?

           Please, just feel me now.
                                    You love me, right?

I want to melt with you -- let our souls collide . . .
Dissolve the boundaries between students and teachers.
        To bridge the gap in the great divide
        No secrets between us -- bleed into the speakers.

Feel the air in your chest, and ask God for a reason
To stay or leave Him.
He makes excuses . . .

                                                    . . . Believe Him.
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I have no clue what to say
The sky is blue, the sun is shinning and the birds are singing tunes I wish I knew
This is church to read a real or to read and smile at the joy we bring
Maybe I will fly away
I don't know what's next or what's left
I do know one thing, the sky is blue
The sun is shining and the birds are singing tunes I only wish I knew
I looked the devil in the eyes
He said I'll never fly.
My soul is his paid in full
I'll surely never die.
Stuck on hellven forever
No tears I have to cry.
I'm lost of words I'm lost of time
This little lite of mine.
Was never mine my soul is dying
I swore and wasted time.
I pray to god to save me please
But it's a waste of time.
I looked the devil in the eyes
He said "you'll never fly!"
Stuck on hellven forever
Ill surely never die.
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