EveryEvery memory is of you walking out the front door, I'm looking at this photograph, Every time I do I start to cry,Every
It's time to forget about the pain, I'm looking at this gift, Every time I do I start to cry,
I haven't seen you since god knows when, I'm thinking of you tonight, Everytime I do I start to cry,
Every memory is of you walking out the front door, I found that photo of you, Walking out the front door, And I started to cry,
I admit I love you, I miss you, It's so hard to let you go, And all I have to live for,
All messed upHow many days have you slept away? Only wishing to forget the past, Trying to drown out the nightmares, With a stronger drink,All messed up
How many times have you wished you were stronger? Only to wipe the wish away with a tear, Trying to wipe away the weakness,
With another wish,
Well is anybody there? Does anybody care? Have they ever seen the scars you wear on your sleeve? And on your heart from the pain you’ve had,
Well you get high, You get lost, Trying to gloss over the pain,
Oh, you’re life is so messed up, But you continue
A Story Of A Polyamory FallenEverything in the room seemed unmistakably bright, But with one bat of his eyes, Everything turned into the darkness of hell it truly was,A Story Of A Polyamory Fallen
The couch… Oh that couch, How it used to be his favorite place in the house, Now only drives him to leave the one place he once felt whole,
The entire house used to be his sanctuary... No…Not his…Their sanctuary, But now nothing could bring back what is forever lost,
Everything he sees brings back the utmost painful memories of what they had, What they still should have… But the drugs and the sex drove them apart,
TsunamiNails hammer their way through my temples, I cannot sleep with these explosions in my mind. There’s an empty space beside me, It follows me everywhere I go. Through my heart is a rope that burns, Dragged by my lover’s ankle, Naked across the razorblade shore.Tsunami
Blood on my lips from the lack of a kiss, Insomnia births paranoia, I am midnight’s lonely son. Feet that drag their way through the isolation of the city, Keep moving forward, though the destination is unknown. Behind me collects the emotions I’ve discarded,
Trying to move on to happi
three cheers for... still being alive?
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Suicide is expressive art. Just remember it's art! Meaning it affects people whether u want it to or not, even those u don't know.
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Suicide is expressive art. Just remember it's art! Meaning it affects people whether u want it to or not, even those u don't know.
~Nichts ist fur mich,
Nichts war fur mich,
Nichts bleibt fur mich,
Fur Immer~
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Suicide is expressive art. Just remember it's art! Meaning it affects people whether u want it to or not, even those u don't know.
~Nichts ist fur mich,
Nichts war fur mich,
Nichts bleibt fur mich,
Fur Immer~
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