I dream about coming back immediately and Without any hesitation To my own homeland That I did willingly or unwillingly anytime... I do love our house, I do love all our neighbors, and I do love everyone and everything over there... That's my true dream... Everyone knows about my dream... ___________________ __
Something was always missing inside me I couldn't process what I felt properly An unnatural disconnection or misfiring Walking around crushing feelings without trying Always taught kindness was weakness No one else bothered to love me right So when I made you cry it opened my eyes When I hurt you I learned the power of words By owning your feelings you broke down my walls I'd rather die than cause you any more pain Every tear I cry now I'm not ashamed I had to be rebroken to fully change I needed love that was sweet and true The best thing to ever happen to me Was meeting a boy named you
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Author: Nobody
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Date: 05/04/2020
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Love true
I love you I love you because it is you I love you because I love you I love you because you are really smart I love you today, tomorrow and Forever. Love me back because true love is mine love And protect me love dear My love is effortless And Meaningless is life Without you...
I've been laying in my bed at night, Just laying there wishing for one thing, Begging to put a bullet in my brain, And feel all the blood drain. I'm not quite sure why, Why only recently I've had this strong of desire; Depression is worse than ever before, But comes in waves to prolong this war. I can see it well: The lead pulling away my thoughts in its path; Memories and feelings blown to shreds, Finally nothing left clouding my head. As I contemplate last words, I wonder if death'd come quickly or prolong an extra minute, For my mind to flash through all the moments of pain and content, Who knows, in my last breath maybe I'd even feel a bit of regret.
Someone asked me €˜Why don't you go get help? You know you don't always have to be miserable. ' But I didn't want help. Things would be so much more bearable If I didn't know what I knew. But I'd rather feel the pain Than live without a thought of You.
Sometimes I like to brand The thoughts Inconsistent and always divided Into my fragile And gullible shell.
Let it burn memories Like a journal feeding empty pages Insatiable for attention To be marked. To be touched.
Feeling perfect in that moment Incinerating those feelings I have reveling in my skull And transferring the waste To everlasting regret And permanent judgment.
