Guilt-Ridden
FunkeR
Posts: 105
Note: Written a few months ago... definately a depressing view on an even more depressing stage of my existance... It's funny how your thoughts of the future seem to clouded by the present when things gets rough... When you need logical thought the most, seems to be when all logic leaves your thoughts... the lesson I learned... don't fuckin lie... EVER
Sweat drips down my forehead
My hands are trembling at a rapid pace
My eyelids feel heavy, but I cannot sleep
My throat feels clogged with something deep down
trying to get out
trying to claw its way out
and reveal what's true
I'd move far away
to get this thing off my mind
Start a new life
and leave you in the dust
I'd cut off all connections
to make sure you're never hurt
by the stupid things I've done
and the stupid things I'll do
Why does this keep coming back
why does this keep bringing me down
like my conscious just won't give up
and if I told you, I'd lose my ground
I'd fall into an endless pit
of self loathing-self hatred-Suicidal tendancies
and the thing I love most
will be out of my fucking reach
The thing that keeps me sane
will be gone from me for good
I'd move far away
to get this thing off my mind
Start a new life
and leave you in the dust
I'd cut off all connections
to make sure you're never hurt
by the stupid things I've done
and the stupid things I'll do
I hate it, I hate it like a disease
I hate to think of it
One day my pain will consume me
One day the fear will expose itself
and my life, my love, my everything
will be out of reach...
Sweat drips down my forehead
My hands are trembling at a rapid pace
My eyelids feel heavy, but I cannot sleep
My throat feels clogged with something deep down
trying to get out
trying to claw its way out
and reveal what's true
I'd move far away
to get this thing off my mind
Start a new life
and leave you in the dust
I'd cut off all connections
to make sure you're never hurt
by the stupid things I've done
and the stupid things I'll do
Why does this keep coming back
why does this keep bringing me down
like my conscious just won't give up
and if I told you, I'd lose my ground
I'd fall into an endless pit
of self loathing-self hatred-Suicidal tendancies
and the thing I love most
will be out of my fucking reach
The thing that keeps me sane
will be gone from me for good
I'd move far away
to get this thing off my mind
Start a new life
and leave you in the dust
I'd cut off all connections
to make sure you're never hurt
by the stupid things I've done
and the stupid things I'll do
I hate it, I hate it like a disease
I hate to think of it
One day my pain will consume me
One day the fear will expose itself
and my life, my love, my everything
will be out of reach...
I say what I want, when I want. It's freedom of fucking speech.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
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to make sure you're never hurt
by the stupid things I've done
and the stupid things I'll do
everyone makes mistakes, it shows personality when u acknowledge them...
I agree, writing down my thoughts and emotions(if I am successful) is like filtering out all my negative thoughts.
Thank you for the reply.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.