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i'm alone.
isolated from everyone except myself.
amidst the peace and silence,
screams are heard.
from not the people: they are far away.
from not the animals: they have no human tongue.
from my mouth.
in my mind,
there lives a creature,
who festers in solitude.
i scream at the mere thought,
of being alone with such a monster.
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what do i do with my anger
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i want to see where my road leads me / and i will
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when you obtain all the traits you hated and realized at the end of the day you are the person you loathe the most.
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love having strong emotions i don't know what to do with :)
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i feel gross
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I don't speak about my feelings because I know you don't care. You only hear what your mind singles out, not what I'm telling you.
I speak what I'm feeling from the depths of my heart, where my joy sinks to the sandy bottom where the rest of my emotions lay. You ask how I'm feeling, how the past week has been, I fib. I know if I let out my air, the only air I have left until I start to drown in my own thoughts and emotions, you'd let it slip through your mind, let the bubbles rise to the surface where they shall be heard from no one except for the birds that fly overhead.
Everyone seems to want to care when it is something to gossip about. Nobody wants to listen to your problems, nobody cares how you're feeling. The only time anyone helps is when you've stopped resisting the waves, when the thrashing as the fear of suffocating ceases, when you've gave in.
When you wave your hands, holler out to shore, nobody takes the time to recognize someone is drowning. They think you have it on your own, they believe if you put in the effort, you'll stop drowning.
Only until your rotten body floats to the surface after weeks of seeping to the bottom of the ocean do they truly care. Care because they excite themselves with the lie: your death was a result of them.
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