you can't seriously look me in the face and tell me that this feeling is just gonna go away
or that tomorrow is going to be "better"
you don't get it
this feeling is constant and is here to stay
my innocent mind has become it's vacant motel
he's brought his bags and bitter friends
just so my life is never good again; that is if my life was ever good at all
he wakes me up in fear every.single.morning
forces me to wear armor just to check my mail
allows my mind to run rapidly about a glance any person gives
him and his friends dance around at any inconvenience I receive
they throw rainbows out and invite the thunder
he grabs my attention just so I can make a mockery of myself
these feelings consume me and spit me out when there done
his home is filthy
he sits by the fire and lives his life
as if he wasn't ever the problem at all
so don't tell me you get it when you haven't ever felt the pain of the devil playing with your soul as if it were a gum ball in your hand
About the Creator
sadvintage thoughts
sad is basically everything about me & this page :/
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