' 'fear' 'lost' 'alone' 'sad' 'hurt' depressed' 'help'
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I'm not alone is what they say,Then why dont you help me?Why do you sit there and watch me in pain?Why do you sit there and do nothing?Why do you sit there and continue to laugh with your friends?
You’re right, you’re right
I hate that your right
I hate it
you know why?
because I knew the answer even before you answered
I knew it, I did
this body im in,
i cant love it.
i see the hate,
what i hate,
what they hate.
im too fat.
i eat less and less.
i eat nothing.
i get sick.
im bones.
im dying they say.
walking the halls alone,
crowded like always,
noise from every direction,
still I feel utterly alone.
People talk amongst friends,
people have stories to share,
people feel at home.
Break me teach me how to fly to life I've forgotten how to see. I've forgotten if I can If I opened my eyes. but I am walking blindly forced and we're set on fire the broken pieces of illusion, forever falling within my mind.
By the grave I saw the nightmares
That moment my soul grew nagging.
Instead I uncovered my worries
That moment my soul grew gnawing.
1
1 more person
2
2 shaking hands
3
3 is already a crowd
4
4 pairs of hands on me
5
5 voices over lapping
6
Im going to fucking kill myself.
I feel like nothing helps.
Nothing will take this pain away.
Looking for Answers
And denying events
This journey portends
So, it begins;
This mixture of love and fear
The tireless industry of culture and sin
Sex scandals and race riots
How can something so small grow to be so beautiful? Let the light shine down on me like I'm in a play or a musical. Be the love that showers me & help me bloom, Don't pick me up only to carry me into a dark room & filled with negative fume
As a kid you learn to swim
Not doggy paddling or floating or splashing
But actually swimming in a body of water
What you don’t learn
Is how to swim to the top
As a kid you learn to swim
Not doggy paddling or floating or splashing
But actually swimming in a body of water
What you don’t learn
Is how to swim to the top
My brother
My brother
My brother
He is the winter to my summer
However I do find winters pleasant
He has forced me to either freeze or to defrost the winter
with a warm college breeze
As I open my eyes to start my day
A dark cloud filters me and the words I say
This spirit originates from my unholy brain
It resides within me and has no real name
It makes me sad and or afraid
Is it wrong to want to feel a little loved?
Sometimes I just feel so alone.
All I ever do is run, run, run.
I ain't even safe in my own home.
Am I wrong to want a little more?
Than this s**t I'm dealing with.
everything
about you.
b r e a k s me, myself & i
into the ocean
into the open air
into the great wide open
From the bottom of my heart
I wanted to give up since she left without a goodbye.
Trapped in the cage of pain and distress.
I am suffering everyday why can't anyone guess?
i meet this guy from New York on April 30th
he swung lies mixed with truths because we were getting to know each other
once done that he complimented me on a daily like waking up for school
the most beatiful gift giving is a mirror
it creates a safe place, everything is visiable
go inside the mirror and be safe
behind the mirror called life
aware of things around
but consciously unaware of them,
I strived for suicide,
a way to escape my thoughts on the inside,
All I needed was a way to rethink and unsink myself from where I stood,
When do you grow up and what’s its result?
Better question, what decides that you’re an adult?
Some people say paying taxes, getting your license, finishing school…
…drink at the bar, be in the jury, or finally move.
To the man who says depression is fake and actually believes it. You know who you are. Hi, my name is Nate, we haven’t met or maybe we did. There’s so many of you screaming in my ears that I might not have heard you.
It was a wild fable you see
visions of hippies dancing, singing free
their song resonating within
my jovial mountains
Buddhism captivated me
shook the little girl in kindergarten
and said
I always see people returning after a crisis,
Standing alone without shoes and without hope,
What can be believed living in the street
He could only find peace from the pages covering his feet
You wear a brave facade to hide your fear of the dark.
Looking
Looking for another light to follow
because your own light has finally dimmed
