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Are you watching me die?
Is it making you cry?
Or are you laughing your head off
at the blood in my eyes?
I'm screaming 'cause it's buzzing
and I'm slamming my fist into my skull
I'm daydreaming about running
and crashing face-first into a wall
If I'm dreaming, it's not happening,
though I'm wishing it was real
'Cause people are stupid,
and I feel so useless,
and I'm not sure how much longer I can deal.
Help me, I'm not dealing
Save me, I'm not healing
I think I'm okay, then I'm twitching
Almost under control then I'm flipping out
I suddenly know that my chest is caving in
And that damn black hole has replaced my lungs again.
So I politely call you things you wouldn’t say to a priest
With a smirk designed to patronize
And vacant yet inhuman eyes
Then leave you without warning and a laugh that makes you cringe.
Maybe you found me or I can’t stay away
Maybe I’m screaming or crying or trying to BREATHE
Half of every word’s a lie
But a little bit is better
(Or just less distressing)
Than hearing all the times I faded out of my own life.
Is it making you cry?
Or are you laughing your head off
at the blood in my eyes?
I'm screaming 'cause it's buzzing
and I'm slamming my fist into my skull
I'm daydreaming about running
and crashing face-first into a wall
If I'm dreaming, it's not happening,
though I'm wishing it was real
'Cause people are stupid,
and I feel so useless,
and I'm not sure how much longer I can deal.
Help me, I'm not dealing
Save me, I'm not healing
I think I'm okay, then I'm twitching
Almost under control then I'm flipping out
I suddenly know that my chest is caving in
And that damn black hole has replaced my lungs again.
So I politely call you things you wouldn’t say to a priest
With a smirk designed to patronize
And vacant yet inhuman eyes
Then leave you without warning and a laugh that makes you cringe.
Maybe you found me or I can’t stay away
Maybe I’m screaming or crying or trying to BREATHE
Half of every word’s a lie
But a little bit is better
(Or just less distressing)
Than hearing all the times I faded out of my own life.
Literature
Changing
She said to me;
“Bloom where you are planted.”
What if I’m not planted in the right place,
And get mistaken for a weed?
What if I’m poison ivy in your garden,
Or an oak among mistletoe?
I’d prefer to uproot myself, And move elsewhere
Thankyouverymuch.
Literature
The Letter
Of me it always gets the better
A reminder of what you once were
It will stick to me no what what will occur
A piece of parper with so much meaning
A memory of the smile beaming
The memories tend to flow
It will always be a comfort to know
The degree of happiness that came
Of how you took my heart to claim
You may be distant from my heart
But the paper gives my day a start
The words you wrote are slowly fading
My mind is always one you're raiding
The moonlilght still shines below
Gleaming memories from a freshly fallen snow
The summer nights still remind me of the night
When your smile pierced through with an angel's light
No matter how
Literature
Letter's from Luceal
June 6th
It's been a year. A whole year, has gone and went in a blink of an eye. Damn.
I didn't really want to start writing. I think it's kind of stupid, but Hope talked me into it. Say's it'll be good to get stuff of my chest.
I don't even know why I'm writing these. It's not like your ever going to get them. Not like I'm ever going to send them.
Still, Hope says I should write down what happened. Holy Hell a year. I've been gone a year.
Damn I don't know where to start.
I asked Hope. He says to start from the beginning, but I don't really know where that is.
Did I ever tell you about my life before we met? Before Az brought me back?
I
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It seems lyrical, I can almost imagine someone rapping it