In one simple verse, these words converse and conversate until I am late for the death of my soul. All these words seem to uphold this mold that I have for my feelings trapped deep inside. Not only do these words tourment me, they release themselves at any given time. You carry them around a pen and a pad but writing them down gets you sad and then sad turns into mad. As anger builds up you cant help but want to fuck the whold world if you have to because your mom abandoned you. Lost and alone in your own zone life comes at you hard and you can't take it, but all the doctors think your happy because you sit around and fake it. All these masks you put on every day till some one finally says hey and then its too late because youve already been rejected by heaven and hell. Oh well. Your doing good on your own but in this zone people lable you because they cant seem to find a clue as to who you really are. So they shove you off to the next one to see if your finally done, as they talk to you your words flutter and they tell you to act like a girl but you dont know who you really are. Alone in this cruel cold world.
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we are never alone, that idea in itself is an illusion the mind gives, so that we only see the world in it's onesided logic, that is all good and stuff but that logic can be corruppted by hell's minions but this is a good poem i don't know why it made me think of that, keep it flowing
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