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what you don't know

Time is nonexistent
and feelings are irrelevant
ESCAPE ESCAPE
from this straightjacket which I live.

Late night walks and talks
passing the bowl around.
Each puff of smoke inhaled reminding me how much I need to get away from here
Inhale: how I yearn to please you
Exhale: how I really don’t give a fuck

Getting away from all I’ve been taught.
All the shit you’ve filled my brain with.

Watching sunrises while escaping out lives,
even if it’s just for this one night.

Sneaking out and breaking out of this mold you have created for me
I’m sick of the entire controlling nature of your person
How you try to mold me into these delusions you see in your daydreams

Well now I’m seeing my own chemical delusions mother,
Anything to escape your yelling and lockdown procedures
Anything to get farther away from this façade you live in
Anything to get into my head to try to reassure myself

You’ve broken my legs, this is my crutch.
I can walk on my own, I don’t need you to hold my hand.
You just weigh me down and bring me down.

Your “best intentions” are killing me.

Author notes

I don’t really know what to say about this.
I tried to be honest, ended up looking pathetic.
I like altering my consciousness for fun,
but at the same time.
When things get bad between me and my mother,
that’s where I turn to spite her and get away.


Whatever.
I sound lame still.

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  • Hell In Harmony
    November 4, 2008

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    Time is nonexistent
    and feelings are irrelevant
    ESCAPE ESCAPE

    good emotion


    Late night walks and talks
    passing the bowl around.
    Each puff of smoke inhaled reminding me how much I need to get away from here
    Inhale: how I yearn to please you
    Exhale: how I really don’t give a fuck

    I LOVE that stanza. you don't even know.

    Getting away from all I’ve been taught.
    All the shit you’ve filled my brain with.


    i understand. i relate.


    Watching sunrises while escaping out lives,
    even if it’s just for this one night.

    slant rhyme= love.


    You’ve broken my legs, this is my crutch.
    I can walk on my own, I don’t need you to hold my hand.
    You just weigh me down and bring me down.

    Your “best intentions” are killing me.

    I don't think this is bad at ALL.
    thanks and goodluc