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*Adults kill dreams more than anyone elseit's like they feast on teenage weakness
*Don't even wanna bring up this discussiontired of feeling like that,tired of depression
*laying in bed for hours,thinking of suscideit's not the fear of death,it's what if i failed don't wanna be dramatized
*Cutting does'nt specify your level of this hopeless gamei don't try cause i know i don't have enough room for all the pain
*Flowers on my hair,demons in my headi take back every happy thing i ever said
*Surprised? choked? what formaybe i should've showed this side of me before
*But kept my secrets in a safehousekept the whole world out
*So don't bring your ''huh?'' face to the crime scene it's always been like that,it's just never been seen
*Did'nt wanna sound complaining,thought no one would caredidn't actually try finding someone,heard it's cruel out there
*And cruel it was,glad i did'nt regret anything but not so glad no one knows how i think
*Always been the hyper active funny girl,in their sightswish i can delete that image entirely out of heads , out of life
*only thing i can do to hold on is write, and express my feelings a bitbut will anyone even read it
*Loliness is addicting and slightly harmfullonce you see how much it's reliefing you dont wanna deal with people
*That's what am going through right now, I dissappear they think am out of my sanitybut it's always been like that it's my personality
*came to a conclusion that a fake smile is worse than its reasonthey see you happy,they think you don't need a shoulder to lean in *I don't really need saving am my own hero in a princess formbut i wish they knew the rainbowns i show out were after a bloody storm
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.