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I have so many words I want to say
But the problem is I don't know who I want to say them to
I don't know how to stop this
How to make my stomach ache go away
How do I make myself care enough all the time
How do I fix everything and make you want to stay
Can't you see what this is doing to me
Can't you see that this isn't who I want to be
Should I fall off of this mountain
Should I trip and fly through open air
Plummeting into hell without any cares
How about I go drown in the fountain of life, because it's too late for me
I became a shape shifter inside
I lie with my smiles when you can't tell they're fake
Sometimes I don't even know
I'm so scatter brained and right here, right now, nothing is clear
I can't do this right now, but I'll do it again tomorrow
Don't leave me alone, because that gives me time to think
I just want to walk off, and never look back through windows of the past
I want to look out the one in front, and when I blink everything will be okay at last
I always come back to this day, where the sky is bleak and gray
I always sit down and take a trip through time
Freeze it and wipe off the dirt and grime
Where the hell did happy go?
Where the hell did my smiles and laughs and warmth head off to?
Forever is never going to stay here, forever is already walking off with someone else's hand
Forever never liked me, forever always knew it could never be here to stay
Because forever never had a home to call its own
Watch my image fade away
Watch my smiles go away
Watch me turn my back with death
Watch me take my last few breaths
Watch me wave away forever
Because forever never liked me anyway
But the problem is I don't know who I want to say them to
I don't know how to stop this
How to make my stomach ache go away
How do I make myself care enough all the time
How do I fix everything and make you want to stay
Can't you see what this is doing to me
Can't you see that this isn't who I want to be
Should I fall off of this mountain
Should I trip and fly through open air
Plummeting into hell without any cares
How about I go drown in the fountain of life, because it's too late for me
I became a shape shifter inside
I lie with my smiles when you can't tell they're fake
Sometimes I don't even know
I'm so scatter brained and right here, right now, nothing is clear
I can't do this right now, but I'll do it again tomorrow
Don't leave me alone, because that gives me time to think
I just want to walk off, and never look back through windows of the past
I want to look out the one in front, and when I blink everything will be okay at last
I always come back to this day, where the sky is bleak and gray
I always sit down and take a trip through time
Freeze it and wipe off the dirt and grime
Where the hell did happy go?
Where the hell did my smiles and laughs and warmth head off to?
Forever is never going to stay here, forever is already walking off with someone else's hand
Forever never liked me, forever always knew it could never be here to stay
Because forever never had a home to call its own
Watch my image fade away
Watch my smiles go away
Watch me turn my back with death
Watch me take my last few breaths
Watch me wave away forever
Because forever never liked me anyway
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Just take a moment
So I had a dream last night
It was really . . . nice
I had no scars
no scabs
nothing but clean skin
I looked so happy
I had tons of friends
I was being rewarded for my grades
I didn't look ill
I was wearing shorts
I was doing stuff I hasn't in years
like swimming in the ocean
or at the pool
Walking around the house in short sleeves
I couldn't help but wonder
'is this how life would be
If I didn't make that first cut?
Would I not be addicted to smoking
Or not want to drink?'
I looked so happy
It was that kind of happiness
everyone wants to reach too
The kind I would die for
This is me saying this
A girl who at the age
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Been there, done that, got the fucking t-shirt.
I left my conscience on the doorstep along
With my battered red sneakers,
As we curled ourselves into the floorboards of your attic.
Letting the dank air suffocate,
the screaming angels
Residing in the back of our lungs.
Aching to be burnt out with surges
Of nicotine fueled suicide.
We we’re the type to store pain in ounces
And place them in jars,
As though they held some kind of worth,
In a world in which pain is the latest trend.
Teenagers are the hormonal disease spread out like
A plague, that everyone grows out of
Or at least can medicate.
We were the lucky ones, who made it out alive,
Or so they say.
A chip off the shoulder
A fi
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don't you stop 'til you know you're gone
the bone-flutes are flooding out my lucidity.
nothing makes sense, but everything belongs.
the sheets are oily and hot on my skin.
exhausted, i try to escape,
only to drop out of reality and through the floors.
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