How I felt at a certain point, at 22, id been through a lot and wasn’t sure if I had made the right choices to go forward.

Im cheerfully sad

the mess ive left myself in

a lower leveled kill

through dark til dawn

im lacking my will

Do me a favor and kill me quick

i darent move closer

knowing you could tear me apart

at any given point

at the high roughed start

The sooner it happens you will win

the longer it goes i slowly die within

im thinking straight but there are alot of bends

move i say but im constantly on hold

im delerious to others

im no threat to be sold.

eat up the dead with a knife

then call up your friends to brag

it isnt easy but its the rush you get

wishing upon people who arent even there.

Do i really need to rhyme?

no i dont, so i wont be doing it all the time!

I paid way to much attention to the heavens

when really who is to say they are there?

its a myth a story gone wrong

or one told incredibly well.

Kick start this car, this ambush in the dark

fishing for all kinds of answers

melting with a wind of dancers

im dieing within

i just dont tell, i dont say a word

i keep well kept, i do.

There are no messages to read

so do you care enough to be mine

are you really gonna be there all the time?

I admit im a little depressed

listening to soco amaretto lime.

Jump off a cliff

Infront of a train

slit the wrists

im not insane. by the way, who are you really?

I want to run and meet you in another world

one with a druid waiting 

a living healer

one who might stop me feeling an inside low

I keep smiling though

its what i have to do

keep my head up

ignore whats going on 

my worlds just gone terribly wrong.

Im supposed to be happy

ive hit a lot of luck

but not really

im just hit in the face

im stuck.

My heads in my hands

looking for something to help

i cant talk 

i cant yell

I cant go back, if i could i’d do it lightening fast

think about it

a necromancer could be the job for me

a ghost with a full set of teeth

yet i stick with my controller for my ps3

Im a fake when it comes to the truth

i hide all facts well under this roof

i pretend that i really care

your staring at me

but im not really there.

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