Romantic terrorist,
Imagine bumping into you.
The things we say we won't,
But we always do.
Though we try,
it would never do,
Imagine you being lost & wrong
When it's late at night,
Heart broke on a school night,
And the rain soaked me through.
It's only permanent
It's not like it's forever,
The things a romantic terrorist
For love would do.
Everything is hard going.
What if we aren't depressed and life is just shit?
Doctors give us pills,
But they just don't scratch the itch?
Something abit more,
Abit white,
Abit of that stuff that keeps you awake.
But, na.
No.
But here.
Na, no, na forget it.
Although.
Everything seems shit,
Til you take one sniff.
It used to be once a week.
Now it's when ever,
No sleep, work or whatever
That doesn't come into it.
I'm trying to hold on.
Cause if I lose then the bullies win,
And that is one thing that keeps me going on.
But it's hard to find a point.
When everything is wrong.
You can't give up,
Definitely not now not yet.
Too much still that you have to give.
Too many memories to make.
Just got reflect and cut through the shit.
You survived for a reason
And that isn't to give up.
You've had worse,
And that was just a warm up.
You're here to help and inspire.
Giving up and giving in
Isn't your ending.
You have so much more;
This is shit,
Bag licked and last line sniffed.
Nose gunge covers my mustache
As I try to drink myself
To the point I can sleep.
The mind isn't racing too fast,
But the heart feels sore
And pumps hard with every beat.
Life could be so much more,
But I'm beat.
Put my hands up,
You got me!
But they haven't won
As long as I keep on
Keeping on.
Who's line is it anyway?
I'm alone, so I'm guessing it's mine,
Pretending it's fine,
Sharing memes and videos,
And trying to be kind.
But in my head it's always one more line.
But this last line won't save me.
The other bags didn't,
The ups just stopped the downs,
For a while,
While my nose is pushed to its limits.
Nose bleeds and licking the bag.
Giving the white all I have.
But it's never enough,
Just one more line,
To make it all fine.
Til tomorrow when you have to wake up.
The urge and pull of self destruct,
Up all night with no one to call
No cider, all gone.
Mind Over run by past battles,
Wish I could ease my mind.
Kiss it and tell it please be more kind.
Its okay to hurt,
But the past won't change
And all that over thinking never works. Open old wounds,
Obsessing over old scars,
Picking at these things won't change,
Those battles are over,
And you need sleep for work tomorrow.
3 hours ago
IA L
I miss sharing,
I miss the way your skin feels against mine.
I miss you telling me your latest news and gossip,
Then I tell you mine.
The inside story on work and other things
That bother our minds.
I miss the promise of a slow dance.
Someone to share singing a song.
Someone to appreciate the sunset,
Or help when the winter comes.
Its the small things.
Giving someone the power to destroy you.
And believing they won't ever do.
Because a broken heart is not
A easy fix, no matter how much you glue.
The pieces get smaller,
Til you find, you hand them to anyone.
And hope they wont hurt you this time.
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