Always Trying
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MatureComplete Wed, Apr 6, 2016<5 mins
I always try
and I try some more
I end up sighing and on the floor
I deserve the comfort of laying in bed because my heart is always hurting there's always pain in my head
over thinking is my special trait
getting worse after every debate
what should I do
what should I say
slowly feeling like I'm slipping away
why am I the only one trying
why am I the only one crying
you say the things you say
but in reality your just lying
if you truly cared
why aren't you still here
if you truly cared for me
why
didn't you ever make me lose my fear
I was scared of losing you
but I was never scared of losing myself
now I feel like my story finished
being written
time to put it on the shelve with the rest of my thoughts I keep locked up
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