My Screamsagainst the wall and moving freely lieing to them, the truth to myself it wasnt them who had felt it it isnt them who has to live with it sink into the shadows and watch life only see the carnage and death in the light wade in the blood of your saught after dreams tail between your legs, not strong enough but to flee I cry from my teachers! i cry from the adults in my world it rains when i'm happy because it washes away his lies leave it be, let it go just trust me and travel with the flow don't conform but dont fight you'll save your wings for another days flight &My Screams
Blind VisionryNobody ever knew what she’d become Nobody ever saw who she really wasBlind Visionry
But she kept on moving; she kept on living She had always felt that she had been meant for something great But she always felt like she was there a second too late She wasn’t a leader, but the type of person who holds open a door And ushers everyone in onto something new, into a dance floor And the music takes control, and the movements blur her face Going round in circles feeling at home, feeling in place She was like a butterfly, recently bloomed Her voice was as gentle as a baby’s coo And she continued to
And It Falls ApartMama told me to play, Mama told me to try, I played, I tried, I made her a bouquet I told Mama I played I told Mama I tried I showed what I made I watched it wilt, I watched it die And it fell apart…And It Falls Apart
Daddy told me to listen, Daddy told me to watch I listened, I watched, I made him a picture I told Daddy I listened I told Daddy I watched I showed what I made I saw the wind take it, I saw the fire too And it fell apart…
Sissy told me to laugh, Sissy told me to smile I laughed, I smiled, I made her a necklace I told Sis
Incoherent Truththe sporadic tendacies of an elevating crisis the bull shit of aristocratic nicities to cut all past strings, to erase a fantasy to let go of a dream not worth following to submit to the honor of lieing descrepencies to say good bye to a mirrored heart to fight blocking my own shot when all i needed was some one someone to hold me by the hand, to hold me by the waist to hold me me by the heart, but a bloody faith came to late to listen to the wind screech through a windows crack to feel the cold even when no one is to my back to feel the paranoi of life after deathIncoherent Truth
Insanity vs. sanctum
Passionate
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