Why does it seem like I’m more alive when I’m dying to be around you, and feel like I’m drowning every time you ask to come through, I mean I know what I want, But I’m also confused too, trying to talk to you from a distance, but we’re too close to realize the problems […]
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At a young age I was commited, wanted bigger things for myself, while others were still searching for themselves and didnt get it, family goals and a successful career, maybe some traveling across the world, more than a couple times a year, i didnt know what to expect but i was ready, my plan was
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I’m constantly behind but I’m in the lead running laps around people at a constant speed and I refuse to fall depicting the illusions on the wall staring at the pictures in my room reaching for the riches on the moon I pick up the pieces to My Broken Heart I pick up the pieces
It’s like anger and anxiety can’t be combated with stress and sobriety and it’s really conflicting with what’s inside of me and I’m really sick and tired of this racist Society yall looking for answers and didn’t even ask a question and then look at me crazy when I’m steadily guessing it’s one thought one
Sleepless night of tossing and turning, mind racing and stomach churning, sweat keeping me up from upcoming events, the couch is uncomfortable and the cushions are extremely dense, it’s like sleeping on stones knowing that in reality I’m all alone, conversations over the phone spoken loud enough to hear through the door, words that cut
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L/L is for love/ the love that you showed to me/ the love and effort you put toward your deceit I/ I is just that/ I was the one played for a fool/ I was the only one blinded from the truth E/ E is for everyone/ everyone only sees this fake image of yourself
I need to open up/ things went right in the wrong direction/ too many nightmares turned into reality/ while I didn’t step up I missed the blessing/ but my dreams inspire my mentality/ I’m more than unstable/ it’s so easy to knock my problems off the table/ sweep it under the rug like it’s going
Why is it that we hurt the ones that love us the mostWhy is it that after, we want to hold them closeWhy is it that we drag them through our bullshitWhy is it that when they can’t take it anymore, we lose itWhy is it that when we leave for good, we end up
There’s too many rainy days in my sunny forecast, there’s too many things that I’ve started that won’t last, there’s too many stops on my worn brake pads, every day it seems to be more of the same, and everyday i try to maintain, but every similar issue has its differences, and every different solution
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Buzz…buzz…buzz. The cell phone vibrates on the bedside table. Kelly reaches over and grabs the phone. With sleep in her eyes, Kelly struggles to see why her phone is vibrating. Kelly sees that it’s her alarm and Kelly’s heart starts racing and Kelly jumps up out of bed. Her adrenaline is pumping and she is
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