bloods dropping,
pains rising,
it arises slowly,
the pain,the suffering,
the cyclonic deppression of a disturbed man,
always thinking deppression and suicide are his only options,
he suppresses his fears,
as he turns to hide the tears,
the fear,the hate,the suffering,
trapped by his mind,
he's lost place and time,
his guilt,his conscience,
play with his mind,
the four walls he built to protect himself
come crashing down in no time,
for he is alone,his heart was once whole,
but now is in pieces,he's crumbling and falling,
his life flashing before his eyes,
he is now alone in life.
nothing to fear,and nothing to gain,
he must live his life,
with all his suffering and shame.
- Mood:
Hurt - Listening to: Laat Oss Ta Allt Fraan Drandra-shining
- Reading: my poem
- Watching: ncis
- Playing: with my phone
- Eating: DONUTS :D
- Drinking: lucozade
argh i hate my feelings
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i thought what i would do was become one of those deaf mutes..or should i?
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~KILLING THE ONE I LOVE IS LIKE CAUSING SUICIDE~
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~KILLING THE ONE I LOVE IS LIKE CAUSING SUICIDE~
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~KILLING THE ONE I LOVE IS LIKE CAUSING SUICIDE~
jus listenin to music and singing along
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~KILLING THE ONE I LOVE IS LIKE CAUSING SUICIDE~
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