' 'pain' 'depression' 'sadness' 'hurt' 'anxiety'
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I want to be home
This is normal
It is highschool after all
No one likes school
Teacher, students, principals it really doesn't matter
If you are involved with school on a semi regular basis u hate it
I see Brian's head cracking against the concrete and his chest halt, his brawny frame taking its last breath on the asphalt. I see the boy whose name I cannot rip from my lips with a gun to his head, and the trigger he grips paints the wall red.
Before... I was a humble slave
Bowing before your wishes.
I attempted to craft myself to your pleasing
But it never lasted.
Laying calmly this cold night
I hear a noise and jump with fight
What has awoken and made me nauseous
Was the monster living in my subconscious
I fight the anxiety swelling inside
Blank. I've always loathed blank paper. Each piece gets a fresh start. But I can't.
My body was like a blank canvas, the artist was depression, the brush was
the blade, the paint was the blood.
I don't know why I feel sad
Emotionally I feel grey
My anxiety makes me feel sick
I keep having these dreams
There is no doubt in how much I love you;
even despite how much you utterly confuse all the same.
What is the point?
Why live when a solution lies ahead
Ahead of life, so why strive?
Just dive straight ahead
Ahead lies bloodshed
Ahead of life, so why strive?
Why try to survive
Why can't I ever be happy? I just want to climb a mountain and breath in fresh air and I just stay to myself this is what freedom smells like. I don't want to think about anything but how I feel in that moment.
I've never felt so alone
So torn up inside
No safe place to hide
It's exhausting feeling like this all the time
Every smile is so hard to fake
I wonder why I give myself so much hate
You said things which I never heard before...
You took me to a place, I never visited in my life...
You left me in a state, which I never thought existed...
and then you moved on...
I tried to shut the door...
Pain will come and go
But youll never be alone
And as the blood drips down
the rain begins to fall
And as tears begin to seep out
And drench you clothes
Just know
Someone will always be close
I don’t know why I am sharing this
For so long that cat has held my tongue
And I refused to reach for it
But by speaking I know I’m cutting his nine lives down a bit
I don’t know why I am sharing this
For so long that cat has held my tongue
And I refused to reach for it
But by speaking I know I’m cutting his nine lives down a bit
Weak and fragile
Shards of glass from the fights
The ones that caused broken mirrors
Broken mirrors that showed a broken figure
From all those tears weeped
i'm alive
i guess
there is no specific reasoning i can attribute to the feelings i am made to feel
my mind wrapped in the bushel of nonsense that are "boy problems" and stress
those two don't work together
It’s like you’re drowning, but you can breathe.
Your drowning in the thoughts of overthinking
The thoughts of panic
You’re drowning in every possible outcome your mind thinks of
my mind functions like a broken clock
being rewired by the one trying to fix it
only to make it half of a whole
only to make me half of a whole being
i don't know what happened to make my head this fucked up
