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Sometimes I wonder how much is the world’s fault and how much was really just a false perception an active imagination where reality and fantasy are blurred in the middle and the reality of it all was just me. Sometimes I think the would is out to get me and I forget to remember I’m
I’d leave me in a heartbeat. I’m not you, but If I was, I’d do all the things you would never do. I’d tell me that I’m not worth the pain, I’d say all of the things I already think about myself when I’m with you or when I’m alone or around anyone and anything
Mother Mother, Tell me what we should do, Mother Mother, He tore my heart in two. Mother Mother, I tried to follow in your lead. Mother Mother, But now I’m left here to bleed. Mother Mother, I have always looked up to you. Mother Mother, I think some answers are due. Mother Mother, You bring
Listen, this is real: our children are dying, Not just in the schools, the media is lying. Kids take their own lives every single day. A child once posted a video late at night, That said “Thirteen years is long enough, right?” and I just didn’t know what to say. Then there’s this kid by
I fear nothing but the truth,because of all the monsters who still hide under the bed, arousing my demurs. They whisper their threats, if I don’t remain silent about all of the times, the monsters were violent. But they don’t use words, so that I can’t say they did. But they’d use those words, if
You don’t know how to help me, so you don’t try. I tell you how to help me, so you don’t help me. I tell you how upset I am, so you upset me more. I tell you that I slur my words, so you punish me. I tell you I need you to listen,
A boy sleeps upon a bed of nails That gently caresses his skin. No punctures and not a scratch But he dreams of chagrin. There was a man at the market Who gave this bed for free. He said it would only work With faith as the key. But like Peter walking on water, He
With tears of anguish, but solum actions, Searching for a soul escape. Is this the answer, the reason why, for planning out a whole escape? Could this be deeper, and lost in confusion, Or simply the easier way? For all the dark times, when you couldn’t hide, But run, run, run to escape. Is there
Once upon a time, We lived in the dark, Unaware of the Journey, We would soon embark. Our hearts lived alone, Drowning in the fear, That one day the end, Would be drawing near. Just when we lost faith, And could no longer cope, We found each other, And with it a hope. A hope
Sy Redemption 