Is this what it takes to make an illusion, or
Will this ever come to be the truth?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why do I dream of these horrible things?
I just want to know your view.
It hurts to know what is not meant to be real.
It hurts never knowing what will hurt next.
I don’t want you to forget about me.
I don’t ever want to go far away.
I want to stick around forever.
I want to stand up and fight.
I don’t want to lay down and die.
I want to be more than a weird nobody.
I can’t breath on my own.
I can’t stand on my own to feet.
I need you more than I can imagine.
Tell me that everything is O.K!
I wish I could say that everything is alright.
We can run away and live on forever.
Where ever I go the pain follows my soul.
Please make it go away from here.
I want us to be free from this rule.
I want us to run and never think again.
I feel like this is my dream, and
When I wake my smile will disappear.
I want to say hey, everything is great!
I want to hold you and talk of the good things.
I want to laugh with you all the way to the end.
I am just nobody special with no real plan.
I am nothing real with no clue of what’s the truth.
Is this what it takes to be so clueless, or
Will I ever understand what is happening to me?
Will you or can you except the real me?
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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