Sometimes you can feel sometimes you peel, away at my sanity, and at my humanity, if you don't like my profanity then sorry, but it's the last of my humanity. What is love? all it seems is a kind of different form of pain, and so we shove, shove them away, because we can't see no way,
to not get hurt. What's wrong with pain, sure it's a bane being sane, and we always feign "I'm fine, don't worry, how was your day?, you can't help so I dont want to talk" but at least we can walk, if you don't want to talk we can just go around the block, you don't need to end it so soon,
the clock is ticking and ticking fast, put your pain in the past and put your feelings in the present, nowadays all I do is stare at my ceiling thinking about you when all you're doing isthinking about the darkness,
And now we just want to be a carcass,
I need a catharsis,
But regardless,
I just want you to guess,
Why I'd like you,
I guess I confess,
I feel a mess,
And you're always stressed,
You probably think I'm obsessed, maybe I am,
But damn is it difficult,
You'll probably never know how much I care,
but I'll let you know that I'm here and there, for you,
As your teddy bear.For D.

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Young Darkness
RandomI'm fine btw, I just thought I'd get some of my story off my chest, without explaining in to much detail. (Ok maybe it's still pretty explicit what I'm trying to say, but yeah.)