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I don't care what you say
I don't care what you think
I don't care if you cry
Didn't I tell you
That to me
you don't matter?
I don't want to stay
I don't want to go
I don't want to be burning
I don't want to be drowning
Falling back down to my knees
Begging to stand up
I'm sick, sick, sick
Dying inside, suffocating
Under the chains
Hiding in your veins
When did I say I didn't care?
'Cause I was lying then
Only hoping I could know
Something other than black
You are the chains
You hold the keys
And I'm caged
Falling back down to my knees
Begging to stand up
I don't care anymore
I don't care what you think
I don't care if you cry
Didn't I tell you
That to me
you don't matter?
I don't want to stay
I don't want to go
I don't want to be burning
I don't want to be drowning
Falling back down to my knees
Begging to stand up
I'm sick, sick, sick
Dying inside, suffocating
Under the chains
Hiding in your veins
When did I say I didn't care?
'Cause I was lying then
Only hoping I could know
Something other than black
You are the chains
You hold the keys
And I'm caged
Falling back down to my knees
Begging to stand up
I don't care anymore
Literature
Scar tissue
The muscle can tear and heal like magic
Stronger than ever before,
I ponder the fact and I think it's tragic,
The mind cannot be restored.
Once attacked; damaged, broken, despaired,
Like cancer, can spread to the soul.
So complicated yet can't be repaired,
It threatens to swallow you whole.
No pills, no plasters, surgery, casts.
And it cannot heal on its own.
So how to protect it I must ask,
To a danger of which we're all prone?
Sin and tragedy, suffering, pain.
We must take the bad with the good.
And since we are human I question again,
Because I've never quite understood.
Resisting corruption, you'd have to be blind.
Wear a shi
Literature
Thoughts
I'm so sick of not being perfect
I'm sick of hurting people
I'm tired of doing nothing right
I'm tired of holding back
Let me scream
Let me lash out
Let me show you the other side of me
And try telling me you still know me
Everything confined inside
It builds until I almost burst
My eyes grow heavy
My fingers claw at my arms
Tear out my hair
Twitch for the blade
I hold back
But I can only hold so much
Then I do it again
I screw up
I hurt
I break
And I fall again
Self-loathing is almost a comfort
I often wonder why
Why am I this way
Why am I messed up
Answers won't be found
I'm sick of hating myself
I'm sick of hidin
Literature
Cold Hearted
I'm tearing them down,
Piece by piece.
Let the walls fall,
Let the pain increase.
I stare my pain in the face,
Let it rip me a part.
Show what I've always feared,
In the depths of my cold heart.
I review my lack of care,
All the people that I've hurt.
When did I become so cold?
When did loved ones turn to dirt?
What happened to me?
Once so loving and kind.
When did it get so bad?
Did I suddenly lose my mind?
I want to trust again,
To love and to care,
But is the risk to high?
Is the cost of pain fair?
I realize that it's not.
I'm safe within my walls.
So much better to be cold,
Then to get hurt in the fall.
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Here you go Eli, it has been done. I hope you are happy.
It's up now.
I don't know what this is.
It's up now.
I don't know what this is.
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Deep, yo, deep.