spartan5653

I'm just going to stop trying. Because you'll never understand. I carry dreams inside a fist While you hold cruelty in your hand. I'm just going to stop trying. Because I've been through so much hate I've been through knives and ropes and scars And wounds and blood and blades. I'm just going to stop trying. Because through all I've had to do.. The ignorance of people Is the worst thing I've been through. I'm just going to stop trying. And you want to know the truth? The reason I've stopped trying Is because of those like You.

Twigs scraping viciously at open wounds Stabbing my flesh as I quickly sprint through A forest so dark, and so cold, and so thick My heart has been shattered, it’s making me sick Ripped dirty clothing and blood in my eyes No one is near to hear my fatal cries Battling words while I’m battling fists... How do you fight what just doesn’t exist?

I may live inside my own, twisted universe I may change, sometimes for the worst. What's normal to me is not normal for you. Sometimes I just do what I need to do. Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it. But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting. I'm sick of the person I tried to be So basically, here I am, I will be me I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree? .. Basically I'm sick of society.

I am the shadow, and I am the light I am the sunlight, and I am the night I am the battle, and I am the fighter I am the water, and I am the fire I am a raindrop just ready to fall I am the world, and yet… No one at all.

Sitting in my room once again, wondering why I'm still here. I often do this to myself, my head filling up with fear. I loved you so much, but you decided you needed to leave. The razors are now my friends, do you realize how much this hurts me? I open my box of razors, the memories come flowing out. My lips open as if to speak, but no screams come to shout. I take one from the box, gripping it ever so tightly. And think back on our old love, when you'd cuddle me nightly. I grip onto it even tighter, and drag it along my skin. The stinging brings me joy, even when the slits are so thin. The sting of you leaving me, it just doesn't compare. T