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Bruises line my skin
Scars cut deep within
I stare into the dark
The demons have left their mark
They whisper to me
"Can't you see?
No one loves you
No one wants you
Cut, starve, die"
What they say is true
I'm going to lose
This fight, I give up
I have had enough
Can't you see this fight within me
See the wounds and injuries
Sinking into the darkness
Can't escape this madness
One more hit, one more cut
One more night and I give up
Tell me, whats the point to go on?
When everyone wants me gone?
These thoughts take over my mind
So don't be surprised when you find
My lifeless body on the floor
I couldn't live this life anymore
Scars cut deep within
I stare into the dark
The demons have left their mark
They whisper to me
"Can't you see?
No one loves you
No one wants you
Cut, starve, die"
What they say is true
I'm going to lose
This fight, I give up
I have had enough
Can't you see this fight within me
See the wounds and injuries
Sinking into the darkness
Can't escape this madness
One more hit, one more cut
One more night and I give up
Tell me, whats the point to go on?
When everyone wants me gone?
These thoughts take over my mind
So don't be surprised when you find
My lifeless body on the floor
I couldn't live this life anymore
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Irretrievably Broken
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?
What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?
What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?
I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
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Seasonal Depression
He hadn't been prepared for the sheer level of inebriation at the wedding. Some people staggered in already drunk and proceeded to roll farther down hill as the evening wore on, the singing and dancing following along to embarrassing levels. Tobias didn't mind too much. From the stories he had gathered from other staff and volunteers, if ever a stable needed to have a party it was this one. Death, drugs, identity struggles and trying to piece together broken horses and people on a daily basis took a toll on even the strongest mind.
So the black-haired boy didn't complain as he helped clean up the reception area and watched the more impai
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To Him
You make my pain leave
Yet because of you the pain
Is crushing my soul
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very sad .. but very beautiful.