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The days are running past me ever faster as I struggle to take it all in and derive some sort of meaning from it. My muscles all ache and my brain is aching, too; I can't handle all of this... maybe it's better this way.
Time no longer holds any meaning for me, as every available second is filled with something; I long for time to just be there and do nothing, but at the same time I hope not to have any time to myself. Because that's when everything creeps in, when my mind goes on overdrive and, for once, I'll actually be able to hear it.
Mostly what I'm doing is drowning out the thoughts and the hopes and the fears that are running and crashing into each other within my subconscious. The only time it's ever a problem is when I'm asleep; but I mask the thoughts with medication and with making sure that I'll be too tired to even register that I'm having a panic attack.
Yes, the room sometimes spins around me and people's voices echo as if I was in a vast chamber; I can almost see the sounds bouncing off of the walls within my empty head. I constantly ignore that, ignore that I feel so sick that I'm barely conscious and ignore that I can barely function even on a regular day. I ignore it and somehow continue to convince everyone that I'm perfectly stable, because sometimes the truth hurts and the truth will wreck you.
No, of course this doesn't mean anything, it's just a jumbled-together mish-mashing of leftover ideas and musings from a forgotten time. Of course this is only what it's always been; words, words upon words in combinations that supposedly make sense and represent images and concepts that I'm not even sure exist. Of course it'll always be just a few phrases that for some reason mean something or other, not that I've ever cared.
Time no longer holds any meaning for me, as every available second is filled with something; I long for time to just be there and do nothing, but at the same time I hope not to have any time to myself. Because that's when everything creeps in, when my mind goes on overdrive and, for once, I'll actually be able to hear it.
Mostly what I'm doing is drowning out the thoughts and the hopes and the fears that are running and crashing into each other within my subconscious. The only time it's ever a problem is when I'm asleep; but I mask the thoughts with medication and with making sure that I'll be too tired to even register that I'm having a panic attack.
Yes, the room sometimes spins around me and people's voices echo as if I was in a vast chamber; I can almost see the sounds bouncing off of the walls within my empty head. I constantly ignore that, ignore that I feel so sick that I'm barely conscious and ignore that I can barely function even on a regular day. I ignore it and somehow continue to convince everyone that I'm perfectly stable, because sometimes the truth hurts and the truth will wreck you.
No, of course this doesn't mean anything, it's just a jumbled-together mish-mashing of leftover ideas and musings from a forgotten time. Of course this is only what it's always been; words, words upon words in combinations that supposedly make sense and represent images and concepts that I'm not even sure exist. Of course it'll always be just a few phrases that for some reason mean something or other, not that I've ever cared.
Literature
Back and Forth
It's all the same every day
You always have a lot to say
First you're angry, screaming loud
Then you're acting as if you're proud
First you say I screwed things up
Then you're giving me a free soda cup
You tell me I do nothing when I really tried
You ignore that you're killing me inside
Then you laugh and share the fun
As if a new day has begun
But it's not ok
It doesn't go away
You still make me feel like utter shit
Then a second later, forget about it
I do so much to please you
But all of my plans just fall through
You claim you show all the signs
You ignore everything the same of mine
When I wanna die you call me a liar
Literature
I've Never Liked Me
This is me
But I've never liked me
Always begging for attention
Without all the begging
And loving all the boys
Without all the loving
And singing all the songs
Without all the singing
I'd hate the innocent soul at their single and most simple breath
And love the innocent soul who I never thought I'd ever love
My head and heart, always arguing
I never knew who to trust
So I didn't trust either
I followed my hand
And whichever hand was the closest I would grab
And called him mine
And whichever face was the closest
I would kiss
And I would cry
The day he didn't say he was mine
The day he let go of my hand
So I grabbed another
And called him min
Literature
back again
hello everybody, its been a long time
im back with some of my awesome rhymes
but heres an update, so lets be clear
i coming strong for this new year
you see my story with the amazing cast,
twilight, sonic, and mario last
ending because of my dislike
so naruto is taking a hike
so im starting it over with a new hero instead
and this hero, the almighty triforce, he's embed
so it is link, the hero of time
but i know what your asking,"but what about the rhymes?"
yeah the rap battles are so run to do
but i need a little help from you
you decide and two characters, that shall battle for fame
you guys i can say i love as friends, i say without shame
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this like.... hit my heart with a knife that was then twisted... I relate all too well right now.... this is sooo good... every thought... in my head written out sooo... nicely