(I did this because I needed to vent
*trigger warning* [people who are depressed shouldn't be reading this] mental break down)
Yeah, I stay up all night thinking of things
Imagining things that are
Not ponytails and rainbows
And castles and princess
No, I'm thinking of the words that
They never said, but
They could say, And
They could be thinking, oh
Ive was told when I was younger
Words can never hurt me
I know words are just sounds
that we put meaning too
But it's not about the meaning
It's all about the feeling
So yeah!
I'm tiring of living hell
Hells my mind
Everybody else living on earth
I'm living in a ghost world
I got a lot to say
But no one can take it
Some of us built are pride too high
Some not enough
There is no
in between
When we are told the truth
We either
Cry
Or we die
Or. We. GET. ANGRY
I'm running out of temper
To fuel my temperature
But!
Ever since i was younger
I was thought to stay calm
I was thought to by society
To not be angry
So what I'm trying to say
With nothing to fuel
I GUESS IVE NEVER BEEN ALIVE
...how could I
I was alway the person I should be
Not the person I am
Not the person I will be
Just the person I WAS!
Yeah, it's 12: 25 and I'm thinking
To much
To numb
Can feel a single thing
Why, do I feel like I don't exist
Playing in the hands of the dead
Like some kind of trick
Imagination isn't always a 1st graders drawing
Of a nice summers day
It's just an escape button
..from the pain.
