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Gateway to past regrets

I thought that I had matured enought to have the strenght within me

To look and accept reality

I thought I could look into the eyes of past and accept that it has passed

Old camera i haven’t picked up in months is my only gateway to past regrets and memmories

Vision blured with tears 

I can’t get past more than a second of every memory

I used to have beautiful people in my life

i never could’ve thought  that I’ll be looking back with tears so soon

I look back at the way i used so be

kind and inoccent 

I wasnt as bad as i thought i was

I looked alright and didnt hurt anyone

Now i stare at myself and keep thinking

How did this happen to me?

Within a year I became someone I can never dare to look at 

I became something past me wouldve laughted at 

Dates on the memories made me want to roll onto the floor 

I never could’ve thought that time could be so teribbly unkind 

I would give away everything to go back and fix everything

Body trembles 

I’m not sure why

I might actually be sick or is it the sickness of the regret that i’ve been avoiding for so long

Can’t i prolong my easy mind for just a little while?

Until regrets of past come to burn me at the steak

One thing i can never understand

How did i manage to ruin everything i used to have?

I miss the people and the places

I miss the music and the dances

I miss the smell of smoke and liqour 

I miss the late trains in the middle of the night

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Going mad

Im not living my life

im just trying to kill time 

I havent felt good in a long time

it seems to be some kind of depression but i refuse any medication

i wake up crying and fall asleep same way

i have hard time keeping my face from dropping on the floor in a puddle of blood

i really want to no longer feel the burden 

i am the burden 

Burden that is me and everything about me

mirror reflection looks at me with souless expression 

like a doll it seems to be dreadfully odd and strange yet not a living being 

Strange type of  teryffing being 

I want to pull my skin off and forget that i ever had  it on my face 

People whisper things about me that i deem as unkind yet they claim as harsh truth

who is right and who is wrong? we will never know

Beacusse I mearly exist in my own head and not to anyone else

like a ghost i simply wander around 

attempting to hide my shameful existence from everyone else

as they look at me and laugh while i try not to attack

What do i get for my kindess?

laughs and disgust from the side of their eyes

They find my dripping bloody face amusing 

its so incredibly amusing 

i think im going mad, talking to myself about life and death

about looks and peronality

about love and hate

i dont know what to say

All i know is that i and everyone else hate myself and wish death upon my face

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Like a sick horse

Yes mother I feel, I can feel my head turning inisde out

it hurts so much oh please please could you hold me for a minute or half

i can feel every inch of me turning and twisting and breaking 

i see my eyes pop out of my head along with my heart and a bit of my brain

please dont let me die alone not tonight 

I dont want to go on my own

can I hold your hand as I slowly pass away just one time

I speak nonsense im so afriad everything hurts so bad

my bones feel very weak I  just need to lay down for a bit

the fatuige is killing me everyday

i can no longer think all i want is to sleep 

please hold me for a minute or half i dont want to go on my own tonight

youre sleeping and dreaming while i try not to wake everyone up with my hoarsely loud cries

I hold my mouth with shaking hands

eyes focusedon the blade

skin wet with fresh blood

im so teribbly afraid that i did this to myself

headache is eating me alive i cannot sleep but im so tired 

im so alone and so expired 

constant needles in the head along with feeling of weak legs 

I can barley walk or talk let me fall into our arms and rest for eternity 

im like a sick horse 

theres no hope

someone should help me and you know what is the only right solution

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message to my parents

You can let your gentle eyes rest tonight

I wont arrive in the morning light

Dont bother worring and  crying

You can let your gentle eyes rest 

Since you now dont have to see my face 

Corridors wont seem as crampted 

And nights wont seem as long nor sad

Everything will seem much better

Once you let your gentle eyes rest 

No more sleepless nights, no more wet pillows, no more pointless fights

Just you and an empty kitchen in the morning light

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Melody that follows me everywhere

As painful as it is i have to wave my goodbye 

Cry my very last tear as i abandon the memory of you and everyone around you

i cant keep whining about the things i couldve said and done diffrently

cant keep wishing for you to see me as a human being

everyhting keeps on moving with times arrows and i need too

i cant be the only one left behind to rot with sorrowful regrets 

I know you dont care 

i know you want me dead 

you want to see me rot away 

Cats play sad villion with my soul 

it scraches every surface of my mourning heart 

The melody of sorrowful memmories follows me everywhere i go

everytime a quiet night aproaches 

i can hear the sad villion cats aproaching

snatching my soul 

to play the same melody again and again 

i know you want me to rot away 

but i cant be the only one left behind 

to rot with past regrets 

i cry my very last tears tonight 

i refuse to let any more tears stain the collar of my shirt

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waiting

I`ll die waiting for my life

i am incredibly afraid to wait all the way until my death

its a sad reality im living

i´ve been waiting for way too long 

i dont think i can do this anymore

life runs slow and fast and streches all the way to the past 

it feels empty now as if everything has passed 

and still i wait for something to happen yet i dont know what

i´ll die waiting for my life 

im not asking for anything really im just asking for somethting so simple

so pathic and so childish but i do cry thinking about what i couldve had

maybe i am a grown up jealous child or maybe i am just being myself 

Often the whispers of regular people visit my noisy ears 

and i find myself fighting the urge to yell how good their live is comapred to mine

i want to feel like i have the right to cry and want to die

that way i never imrpove anything i stay still as a rock in a river 

Life is slipping away and yet i dont even turn my head to glance at it for the last time

To me its a hopless case that neither you or I can save

Im a hypocrite beacuse i do cry thinking about how

I´ll die waiting for my life

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Bodyless

For once i smile and dance as i look at my reflection in mirror

oh the clothes fit my body so nicley, i like it

i like it when i look at me and feel something thats not making me want to curl up and cry

I dance and sing whatever song is playing

i dont care what it is id like to dance and sing for a bit

my shirt flows so nicley along the movments of my body 

my jeans look so good on my legs as i dance

turns out I really can feel great 

then i sit down and try not to cry 

i know once my clothes are off ill cry and want to die

why cant i always look as nice as i do now?

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Desparate for hope

Mind desparate for hope 

desperatley searches for something to cling onto 

something to quiet down the endless cycle of repeating thoughts

that haunt it every early morning  and every late night

In a symbolic way the only way to quiet down the pain

is to lose something that makes you human

the humanity within you 

once you let the blood from your tired wrists floow freely onto the floor

everyone will look at you as if youre an animal

all you can do is try and reclaim the humanity you´ve lost 

along with the whitness of stained floor

Its not your fault

its your mind desparate for hope

desperatley searches for something to cling onto 

something to help you survive this unecceraly hard life

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run before you lose your life to her

While you drown in tears everynight 

she dosent even care enough to think about you once

While you kneel and beg for her to return 

she dosent even care enough to look down 

Run before you lose your life to her

forget every moment you ever shared 

Try to live once again