Up staring into the dark.
Wondering will my life end before it starts.
Wondering how many more times I can mend my broken heart.
Demon on my left and an Angel on the right.
One putting up the biggest fight
while the other helps me lose sight.
All I experience is pain and strife
My fault for allowing the kind of people I do in my life
Still I beg them to stick around
Like I don't believe stress will leave me in the ground
Silence doesn't exist, my mind make the loudest sounds
Reminding me of my inner issues
The moments that left snotty tissues
Abandonment is now a luxury.
It's an escape from everybody's fuckery.
More darkness
More reasons to be heartless
No coping mechanisms
No alterations to my mannerisms
Fighting through healing
Tear soaked pillows staring up at the ceiling
Only thing I miss about the drugs is the numb feeling
When I couldn't feel how my heart was peeling
Like a rose dropping petals
I repeat lessons like my head made of metal
I want love and comfort so bad I settle
So naive, I'd make excuses for the Devil
Everything always feels so heavy on my roaming mind.
I soak in depression like I got all the time.
Still convincing myself everything's fine.
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