Hiding under tables
Calling someone hitler
Church foods and neutered flirting
Alone freshmen year
Walking in on friends, hanging with
fiddling on videos numbing with food
1:10 blink 1:20
underlined lonely eyes
at a school for what I may like
leaving loved ones for a time by convenience
1:20 blink 1:30
Queitly alone, friends living
While I was unwilling
Stress growing, health failing, eyes shutting
1:30 blink 1:40
Listless lifeless wantless
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blink
blink
blink blink blink blink blink beeeeeeeeeeep
Oh
Hi
Whats up youre such a cool guy
It's 1:20 yet what will you do with your time
Can meet some peeps, find a will
Make some love make some food make some time
Oh hey it's 1:22
That seems like it's pretty new to you
Welcome Home
<3
No one cares..
or even bears to care...
all this pain i have inside...
all the times i hide..
When i say pain i mean pain..
My life is not happy
so i fake a smile..
im really helpfull and
i care for others..
but who cares for me..
im not blind or death..
my life is just all a mess...
and i do nothing but
write and stress...
the pain slithers of my chest..
when i spend time writting
out my stress...
No one cares..
how i feel i guess its no
big deal..but..wait! it
really is...im so sad all the time..
no one knows what goes through
my mind..
i keep it all in and pretend..
im tired of pretending..i want to let it out..
but i cant trust any one so
i write it all out..i dont get too deep into what i say..
because i feel like i rather let it all
come out my mouth..but im speechless...
heartless..wantless..and stressed..
my life is really just begining...i just started opening my eyes..
i look at life like my pain..
i wish it was happiness i can gain...
life is to short to depart from it so quick..
i wonder would i be messed..
or would i be forgotten after a week!!!
no telling i guess only GOD knows..
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