YOU ARE ENSNARED

YOU ARE ENSNARED

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A house full of poems and you look for yourself in every corner, trying to cope with reality's harshness as it engulfs you You realize, life is just a game and you are leveling up every step as the air around you becomes suffocating. Its you against the world, so you pull your triggers by bleeding your heart in to a thin piece of paper until you are nothing but a stoic labyrinth of words overflowing with emotions. You find yourself hollow, pouring your miserable soul out displayed to the world into new poems belonging to the house of the once lived 'Stars'.
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I once loved this boy, the feelings were intoxicating. It took over. I was being tortured by this unrequited love I felt for almost two years. This is my journey of figuring out how to live with it. "Summary": Hurt me, beat me, with the violence of words, and I will explode But maybe it hurts for a reason I want to hurt him I am me because of him Maybe I need the pain to live The only thing I know is that I'm dying Now I have to live with the consequences of the things he did(n't) do He'll hurt me no matter what he does Maybe hell and heaven are the same thing, but I choose to die his way We would be perfectly flawed and unperfectly flawless together, if only he could love me once But darling, I have a fear of falling apart This is a cry for help I'm crashing Fight for me, fight against me, fight against him But isn't it fear that keeps me alive also? I don't hurt anymore I am in so much pain I am a disaster waiting to happen I'm not afraid to die A lot of love to give, and no love gotten I love the things that kill me, and kill the things that love me It hurts to love him, but you can love someone without loving yourself, in that destructive kind of way

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