Like a leach on my brain
on my heart
It's constant
It's always present
that leach on my brain
on my heart
that's called anger
that's called sorrow.

Like a wasp on my brain
on my heart
it strikes when I least expect it
that wasp on my brain
on my heart
it feeds on my anger
it feeds on my sorrow

I incentive that creature on my brain
on my heart
so it never goes away
It's constant
and I can feel it weaken me
by using my anger
by using my sorrow
against me
I can feel it weaken me
by using my weapons
against me.
My heart is a vacuum
absorbing negativity
and expulsing positivity.
As my beating ***** grows wider
dark fog seems to encroach
conquering my sanity
and creating a creature of hate and anger.
There was once a girl who outshone the stars

the beauty within her was so great

eyes could go blind from the blaze.

So deep and profound

she changed the world with a few words

and radiated as brightly as the sun.

Then the fierce fire was extinguished

like a lightbulb going off.

She struggled to ignite her fire

and sparks flew

but no greatness begun.

She remembered the times

when she felt bigger than the universe

but mighty she felt no longer

she no longer outshone the stars.
They say I'm jealous
when in reality she's everything I would never want to be.
They say I'm worthless
when I'm an artist.

They don't want to think outside of the box
but I do
but they don't know that
but they will never know
that behind a mask of ordinary
there is an artist
that they underestimated
because they never got to know
because they never cared to know.
The stabbing pain on my beating *****
can only be called one thing.
Everyone goes through it at least once in their life
but nobody is really prepared for heartbreak.
When it comes
It feels like a truck hits you out of nowhere
and suddenly you're just fighting for air
frantic to breath normally again
but it will take time before you get there
after all this is all a lesson
a lesson to make you stronger.

Learn how to piece together those shattered walls
and learn how to fix yourself
when broken
it is the key to become powerful.
It is curious
that the most wonderful of all
last so little.

When the caterpillar blooms
and begins to revolutionize the world
casting small light to endless darkness
dark haze absorbs the glow into nothing
and the butterfly cycle comes to an end.

There is a small amount of spark
deep down in the nothing
that not even the rulers of this world expect
but with the courage of the soul
another butterfly will burst to life
and rattle the darkness.
There is something deep within us
threatening to burst free
only with the true choice
will it come to life.

that something only shows when one is truly alone
or when one finds a deeper connection with someone else
it feels like electricity
once the connection sets into place an electric shock can be felt
only then one knows when to show the colors inside
it may take time
but the best things always do.

that something deep inside
is so precious
it can only be shown to the best of people
it will come to live with the best people.
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