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| in a pain that buckles out your knees
could you stop this if i please (you got it, you got it, you got it)
so destined i am to walk among the dark
a child in keeping secrets from (will they know what i've done in the after)
in the sought for matter when the words blame you
in a blood red summer ill give you (i dont want it, i dont want it, dont want it) | | |
| To get close to you
I've got dreams of love and I love you
I know you feel the same way too
I feel your spirit when you're near me and when you're away
Somehow, somewhere I'll see you again
But until then I've got dreams of loving you
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| FUCKING HELL
i hate life so much, why did she do that to me? why? what did i ever do. i wonder if they knew how haunting it would be now. when i finally realized it. i was 5, i didnt get it, i was 6, and 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, im 16 now and i get it now. but i dont get why me? why do i have to deal with this?
Today is just like all the others
I’m not alright I’ve cried my last tears
I’m bleeding out my pain as you scream at me (Just Why?)
You’ve got me waiting by myself
I never wanted more than this
What will it take to get the truth
I’m on my knees...
And I will never make the same mistake...
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| i
want
to
blow
my
fucking
brains
out | | |
| is it weird if i feel like im dying inside? i do, i really do. i feel like everything on my exterior, my happy, whether its fake or not, i feel like my inside is wasting away. i think im killing myself by holding it all inside, i think by putting and getting myself into so much pain...im killing myself. that one day all that stuff pushing into me like knives will just break my and i will shatter like a fist through glass. im so scared. i just dont know who to tell things to anymore. i dont feel comfortable telling anyone anymore. its all just stupid little things that sometimes i need to get out. i dont want to die. i dont want to become one of those people in a catatonic state because i let myself die inside. because i hurt myself too much. when am i not going to be in pain? and even if i write down whats wrong...there no response from someone else...i like that...im happy i think | | |
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