| I have no one else to talk to or no where else to write. So I find myself back here for the sake of writing something where I know few people could by a small margin of chance read this... I've always known it but I have few if any one I could call a friend, but an unlimited amount of acquaintances. My birthday just passed and I found myself doing nothing. Facebook reminds people so I get the "Happy Birthday" wishes but thats about it lol... My family doesn't even have the time to celebrate with me due to everyone having retardedly mismatched schedules... Depressing to say the least. I hate myself for posting this but I'd probably go insane without some sort of outlet... |
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| Carry a smile when I'm broken in two...
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| Wake me when I'm sober, this scar's too hard to hide...
I should've known better...
If only I could be strong enough to see that it's over...
I wish I'd never loved you...
Cause you were supposed to be coming back for me...
Where are you now...?
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| The complications of life is finding all those extra bends and trying to fix them, but what do you do when it actually starts to break you?
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| A blank canvas that is colored in by the ones that surround you.
Some leave behind vivid colors while others left a dreary dark patch.
You shift in hopes that someone can paint over the darker spots but realize you're only covering up what is really still there.
The colors then mix and instead of something brighter, the color gets duller.
Dulling what you don't want to feel anymore and you take a few steps forward with the temporary band-aid.
But when you paint a light color over a dark one, the dark one starts to bleed through showing what you didn't want shown.
Forever a dark mark on your canvas.
So you struggle again and you start trying to paint over it yourself.
You don't realize what you're doing until its too late and instead of covering it up, you've spread it everywhere.
Panic.
So you try to leave it behind, bury it. Cover it.
Lie to yourself.
Lie to others.
What are you talking about?
People stare. What words can they say?
You already know...
They already know...
But life is good, because maybe they don't know.
Maybe the mask you've built is just that good...
Maybe my mask really is that good.
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