Shit seems to pain me when it doesn’t pain anyone else but who r they to judge when they haven’t seen what I’ve seen myself, if I show pain or fear does that make me a bitch or a wimp, that’s why I hide my emotions from the world and cry on my own time […]
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Depression seems to grow as I dwell on these issues that sit in tha back of my mind, if I could finally let shit go then maybe I can feel that true happiness that’s bn layed out fo me but these issues always come up at the worsts of times, I accept flaws and can’t
I saw you at the club, you and ur friends, But its like time stopped, leading to these next events, I walked up and said, hellooooo, Your girl interrupted makin the scene so tense, But u still replied and the conversation went better than I planned, U complained about these guys jus wanting a one
The things I feel don’t match the things that I say/ my words are empty and held back to make you happy/ my life is now bland and I can’t understand how you could hurt me in this way/ I just can’t, just can’t keep fighting for you but you’re the only reason why I
Backflips and handstands, cartwheels and balance beams, I’m confused in what to think, because things aint what they seem, I feel like I’m spinning, spinning, spinning, but stuck in quicksand, when I let go of this rope there’s no tellin man, I see the world from the upside down, with my feet in the air,
Say girl, let me see you with your hair down, and take those glasses off your face, let me hear how my name sounds, as I’m holdin on your waist, I want to get close to you, and taste those lips, I can’t help but to admire, how those jeans grab your hips, I love
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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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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