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What is Behind This Head of Mine!

Everything I touch crushes down, and doesn’t turn to much! I am crawling on the floor hoping to find my way out that door. I got some good in me, but I wish I could be more like he. I wish I could scream, so you could hear the hurt in me. Breaking down on every word hurts more then it ever could. I am stronger now and I want to believe more then I should. Every time I look up sadness hits me like a stone. I am buried, I am bruised and I just want to break loose. Every time I start to believe something is taken from me. Sometimes I can’t take this place, I want run away. I want to hate this hurt, I want to hate this face. Yesterday away from you hurt so bad I fell to my knee’s. I am the weakest of weak I couldn't pick myself up. Yesterday I cried so hard no words could explain my tears. I feel like a broken record words repeat them self’s. I am confused most of the time rambling on back on forth. I can talk life’s struggles, but it always ends with the most difficult questions. My words break down right in front of me, continuously. There is nothing I can do to stop the crashes just more tears inside. I am all twisted up into a ball of undesired metaphors. Let me show you who is boss, so I can get this out of my head. I am pacing to the finish line, I am waiting for tomorrow. I can fall on my face, and I can get right back up. I can carry my heart upright, so I can stop tripping over it. It’s nothing personal just anger that builds over time. It is another wrecked way of saying that I try to give a shit. I can sure dish it out, but I can’t possibility take it. Watch me, I can run my mouth, but no words flow out. Watch me, the lies will just fly out with no hesitation. Is this true I can fall and everything will go away? I can fall, I can bleed and I can act as if everything is alright. Lies consume my ways of thinking, and it is so bad! When I am away from you there is so much pressure. A force Choking me until my head explodes. I want to breath this most wonderful air. I want to write in the best possible way. I think so good, but the this paper is another story. How bad can I sound is the question? Can I run on, or just run on? Let me write the most horrible things. Maybe someone will think there is something wrong! Everything is worth the shot!

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