It hurts
I don't want to think
Shut me down
My happiness is a question
Hear the voices in my head
Make it stop beating
Trust my fist at the wall
I feel better
The blood splits n my knuckles
What more do I have to do
To stop myself
T believe in myself
Hurt me
It hurts
But I don't know how else to respond
I don't know what I would if I was happy
It's funny
But pain is the way I've always been
I don't want to hurt
But it's the only feeling I have
How am I supposed to react when someone says it's okay and things are actually that way
What will I do when screaming becomes a good thing
When I yell with passion and mean no harm
What does it take to gain understand
That's what I ask my heart
Throw myself at the wall
Sometimea I want to trump through me window
Shatter the glass and feel the glass immerse with my skin
Just to feel the pain
And then feel myself fall from stories high
And watch the world go by
Then to death
I wake and everything white
Nothing looks familiar
No faces to great me
But only the white
The purity
Of saying there is no hell
There is no heaven
Your life is over
Nw you lie here awake
In external sleep
I watch as the bright white evades my eyes
There's nothing else I can see
And forever I lay
Awake
Lay awake in eternal sleep
Conclusion: I should be dead.
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