Honestly, I don't feel the same.
And I know that I'm the only one to blame.
Honestly, I wish I wasn't me.
And then I could finally be happy.
Honestly, living makes me feel depressed.
And right now I'm already hopeless.
Honestly, I wish I was dead.
And then the demons inside me could finally be fed.
Honestly, they always take over my thoughts and my mind.
And I can't believe everyone has been so blind.
Honestly, I'm done lying.
And that's why I'm giving up trying.
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Tear Stained Cheeks And Bloodshot Eyes
PoetryThe angel lost her grace, As mascara ran down her face. She forgot love, remembered hate. She no longer had her faith. With tear stained cheeks, Through bloodshot eyes, She saw only pain and suffering. Love, she couldn't conquer. As the blue sky fad...
