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[i:cefc3e655b] Maybe I would be a fool to think,
that somewhere in the sky is a place for me.
What good would it be to pray for me?
You won't save me, don't pray for me.. [/i:cefc3e655b]
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[i:cefc3e655b] Maybe I would be a fool to think,
that somewhere in the sky is a place for me.
What good would it be to pray for me?
You won't save me, don't pray for me.. [/i:cefc3e655b]
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When he told her,
that her voice sounded like ear grey tea,
and her laughs like manic pencil scratches;
that he always drew out the pattern of her freckles
on restaurant napkins;
that she was the princess.
he told his little sister bedtime stories about;
how her eyelashes looked pretty when she cried,
his voice trembled like a violin string,
and she cracked like the spine of a book.
It's beautiful when you find someone
that is in love with your mind.
Someone that wants to undress your
conscience and make love to your thoughts.
Someone that wants to
watch you slowly take down all your
walls you've built up around your
mind, and let them inside.
"Never say good-bye, because, saying good-bye means going away, and going away means forgetting,"
i tried to forget you
(truly, i did my dear)
but you grew
like weeds around my soul
entwining with
my veins
and invading
my dreams;
like a parasite
you latched onto me
and sucked away at
everything i once was
Depression is such a
cruel punishment. There
are no fevers, no rashes,
no blood tests to send
people scurrying in
concern, just the slow
erosion of self, as
insidious as cancer. And
like cancer, it is
essentially a solitary
experience; a room in hell
with only your name on
the door
What if I fall?
Oh, but my darling,
what if you fly?
If you're ever alone,
then your heart will know,
It can reach to mine, I'll be at your side.
I fell in love with you
because of the million
things you never knew you were doing.
you asked,
what's the scariest part?
I answer;
the scariest part
is not the feeling of loneliness
or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain
of emptiness.
The scariest part
is the realization
that you have lost yourself
completely
sinking in as you lay awake
at 2am
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can't even cry
because you don't even care
I'm drowning,
and you're standing three feet away screaming,
"learn how to swim,"