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There's nothing in my chest
but empty dreams.
People say I have no talent
and I should give up.
No matter what I try to do,
they tell me I don't have the heart for it.
I should just quit!
They treat like a monster,
never letting me dream.
When I try,
they bring me back down.
They say I'm heartless
that I will be nothing.
I'm so down, I'm starting
to believe them.
I admit it recently I thought
about killing myself.
The knife's still in my room
they don't what I planned to do.
It's so hard trying to keep my cool
it doesn't really matter though.
They wouldn't believe me, they treat me like a fool.
Trying so hard to be happy
I smile in the mirror
but happiness won't appear.
I feel like my death is near
I'm so scared of myself.
Scared of how they make me feel,
why did they give me life?
when they just make me feel like giving it back!
I've been looked down on all my life.
they call me stupid, I can never do anything right.
There's never been someone nice in my life
my grandfather calls me a puss
for writing out all my pain out
my grandmother calls me a psychopath
she says I lack empathy
and I don't feel like at all
Its a lie!I do feel...
I really feel
I feel like taking my life
I'm trying so hard to prove them wrong
but my heart isn't moving
I want to cry
I feel so heartless
I don't want to try
there's no spark
in my life
No fire I have
no drive
but I;m trying to
find a lighter
So I can spark
up my life
before its so late
and I really become heartless
but empty dreams.
People say I have no talent
and I should give up.
No matter what I try to do,
they tell me I don't have the heart for it.
I should just quit!
They treat like a monster,
never letting me dream.
When I try,
they bring me back down.
They say I'm heartless
that I will be nothing.
I'm so down, I'm starting
to believe them.
I admit it recently I thought
about killing myself.
The knife's still in my room
they don't what I planned to do.
It's so hard trying to keep my cool
it doesn't really matter though.
They wouldn't believe me, they treat me like a fool.
Trying so hard to be happy
I smile in the mirror
but happiness won't appear.
I feel like my death is near
I'm so scared of myself.
Scared of how they make me feel,
why did they give me life?
when they just make me feel like giving it back!
I've been looked down on all my life.
they call me stupid, I can never do anything right.
There's never been someone nice in my life
my grandfather calls me a puss
for writing out all my pain out
my grandmother calls me a psychopath
she says I lack empathy
and I don't feel like at all
Its a lie!I do feel...
I really feel
I feel like taking my life
I'm trying so hard to prove them wrong
but my heart isn't moving
I want to cry
I feel so heartless
I don't want to try
there's no spark
in my life
No fire I have
no drive
but I;m trying to
find a lighter
So I can spark
up my life
before its so late
and I really become heartless
Literature
Bliss
The red tinted moon rose across the lake, just past a line of houses and trees, looking as if a new sun were rising.
The chilled wind pushed my hair away from my face, and my worries away from my thoughts.
Then suddenly, there you were. Standing next to me, making it feel all the more like a dream.
As you took my hand, my body felt relief. Your touch puts my troubles at ease.
'We're going to our spot,' you said with a smile. The change of one simple word, filled me with happiness; it was no longer simply yours, but ours. As if the last time we were there, we had changed it's meaning.
The moon continued to rise through thin clouds; the b
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That word
One word.
That word.
You threw that word at me
Aimed with precision
To take full control.
You knew.
Which word.
Would vanquish my spirit,
Two syllables pierced
My worth and my whole.
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I dream of long journeys
My mind moves in more than one place,
I dream of long journeys constantly.
My soul cannot find a place of rest, peaceful sanctuary:
It roams about wading through mud, ice, and grime.
I cannot fathom its destination, however much I may try.
I know of this, though:
Always, it travels through land, sea, and air, --
(Not much to know, I know, but I desist)
Stopping at last where the sea at night weeps,
Where its waves break openly, clinging to frigid beach,
That is where I am:
My back against the cold, damp sand,
My feet against the fading east.
I watch the bright stars shining,
The howling wind, the roaring sea, --
The beat of my
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I wrote this last time, while thinking really hard about my life
I wanted to add more but I feel like I ended it right
Everything in this is 100% true
I wanted to add more but I feel like I ended it right
Everything in this is 100% true
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