| hatred. no matter how nice you are, you always hate and are hated hate is a form of sadness and sadness a form of hate when some one is sad for any reason, they always hate something for that people say thier is more to do with love than hate, yet if someone hates someone else they will go right up and tell them it, but if someone loves someone else they are to nervous to talk to them, so sould we hate cuase it is easier? the world i yearn for. i so hate the day, it is bland boring and full of lies, nighttime is my escape, into the dark world i go, it is exilerating to me and others chaotic, my world is filled with nightmares it is more real then reality itself, nightmares are evrything they are more than dreams, dreams just give you hope that is later crushed, nightmares give you excitement, fear and deepthought, nightmares and my soul filled with darkness i am eternally sleeping... where the fuck are the they. where the fuck are your gods, i have a knife to your throat, where are they, your going to crash, where are they, you just died,wheres the light, its all darkness, there is no gods... broken glass (my favorite of jacobs) simply reach out through this broken glass you're invincible, it can't hurt you you're afraid shattered dreams brought to the forefront of your mind to match the splintered window before you sometimes dreams aren't all they seem you've learnt that the hard way but yet I have no expectation of you however many times the glass cracks before you even touch it however long you gaze through it longing to glimpse this world beyond you just slightly out of arm's reach it's there you'll reach it eventually it may be slightly damaged, some pieces missing but your dreams will be unchanged they've been wrapped up safely bound by your heart, untouched just find them and reach beyond that broken glass you're invincible, remember? lonely why so lonely am i the only one why so down why i always frown they say no pain no gain no one to blame but me knots in my stomach pain in my heart why do i feel sick why are you doing this i'm not bad why am i sad anger growing never knowing i feel the anger it's rising burning churning but never crying crying the weakness knots in my stomach why do i feel sick?? why does it come to this?? |
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