Sit here like a pathetic fake,
Looking like a neglected waste,
All of this insanity,
Always so much profanity,
Guilty in the mind,
Can't erase time,
Shoot me with a gun,
Let's have some fun,
End the black pain,
Take away the stain,
Let my heart pour blood out,
Don't listen how much I scream or shout,
There will always be my heavy doubt,
Lost from reality,
Tired of the causality,
I'll stop this all alone,
Cold and on my own,
My heart will turn to stone,
My pain is clearly shown,
Through a mask you never known,
And now I make my move,
Murder twice and into the groove,
It's simple,
Life for life,
I will end my strife,
After I use the knife,
A guilty conscience is never good,
It'll haunt me like it always should,
Looking out the window,
Observing the dark sky and wind blow,
As rain begins to fall,
I suddenly feel small,
Thinking of how I really seem,
Thinking about what I really even mean......
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Was It A Lie?
Teen FictionBeneath the stars, is you. Tiny compared to that. But you're happy. At least, you look like it. Easy to fool yourself. You're enjoying this moment though, because everyone is kind, gentle and sweet to you, and you know in reality, that they actually...
