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The baby was born,
at age one the baby smiled and ran,
she didn´t see how her father secretly had a devil horn,
her little legs took her everywhere she wanted to go to explore as fast as she can,
You know being alone is when the thoughts really start to bother me, they start thinking that I am a bad person who deserves pain. One of the worst parts is, I always believe the devil in my head.
i dont feel okay, not anymore. matter of facti dont feel. everyhting is numb.
i dont feel sad, happy. i dont cry anymore, but when i do, i break and shatter.
i dont smile anymore, but when i do, i glow and beam.
i dont feel okay, not anymore. matter of facti dont feel. everyhting is numb.
i dont feel sad, happy. i dont cry anymore, but when i do, i break and shatter.
i dont smile anymore, but when i do, i glow and beam.
i dont feel okay, not anymore. matter of facti dont feel. everyhting is numb.
i dont feel sad, happy. i dont cry anymore, but when i do, i break and shatter.
i dont smile anymore, but when i do, i glow and beam.
my shoes on the ground
step inside them
be me.
feel me.
hate me.
love me.
feel what i feel
let me flow through your veins
feel my terror
feel my hatred
feel my sadness
my shoes on the ground
step inside them
be me.
feel me.
hate me.
love me.
feel what i feel
let me flow through your veins
feel my terror
feel my hatred
feel my sadness
you're so uniquely your own
so perfectly imperfect that it makes my heart hurt just thinking of you
but i'm so scared because no matter how much i need you
you'll never need me with the same earnest.
My mind wanders to places where no one would want to go,The stench of discomfort and unfamiliarity roving through my nose.Night after night after night, I lay with eyes wide open.Counting the powdered stars in the unobscured sky.I render my dissoc
I am a beggar,
Lurking after your eyes
To raise up inked mites
Torn pages, our hovel
Rainbow of enlightment
Proliferates along fingers
Shy lips, Reluctant paras
Blabbering unkempt debts
The screaming
The yelling
It keeps me up all hours of the night
I have grown from this
I am stronger now
