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If We TrySo, I've realized over time
How I'm not alone in this war,
With battles taking their place
Inside a fragile, young mind
Somewhere, there's a light
It sits, gleaming it's beam
Waiting for us on another side
I offer my hand, my words are here
We can do this together, I promise
If we stay here, we may lose each other
And personally, without you -
I'd lose even more in this world
Than only a great once living being
I'll always be here for you, beyond end
Only if you can promise me enough that
Your presence will remain with me too
There's a path, hidden in the abyss
Alone, we'll lose our deranged minds
In the process of searching for it
A group of those who survived themselves
Despite what their own personal harm was
Bipolar, depression, schizophrenia, addictions
And the list continues on, but we're still one
We're all fighting our own minds, habits
But together - we can make it through
And yet, I found myself writing this alone
Sitting in an empty room, with only me
The walls listen to my
Olhos e Ouvidos, Por FavorEu posso ficar,
Eu posso falar:
Eu vou ser ouvido.
Olhos que vêem,
Ouvidos que ouvem:
Com os pés para baixo,
Com orelhas acima:
Você vai ouvir?
Vendo os olhos,
É a simplicidade?
Pés no chão,
Orelhas em conjunto:
Você está pronto?
Consequential DreamIt's as though I'm living a dream
Where reality is nothing but an idea
Something so abstract, that even those
The ones deemed with some mental problem
Can't even grasp this idea of "reality"
It's not as though people speak to me
And I don't even hear the voice they spoke,
But it's more as their words begin to form
They work in ways that the mind skips past
It's not even quite a dreamland, persay
The best description is just to simply admit
That it's a place where we don't accept reality
Where we live in ways that we act as though
Won't ever affect us because... Dreams?
Well, they don't have consequences
If I Told YouIf I told you
That I loved you
How would you react?
Not like I'm in love,
Just like a friend or family
I want you to know
But I'm afraid to say it
That you'll overthink it
Someday it could mean more
An amazing friendship,
And/or a simple crush...
If not speaking up
Means not driving you away
Then don't be shocked
By my silence
But, if it means you know,
I'll speak it out
But only anonymously:
I love you...
Mixed FeelingsIt's mixed feelings
Dished in confusion
Are you attractive in my eyes?
Sure, I like your face,
And your personality gleams
Yet I'm not sure
If this is an attraction
Or a great friendship
If only I could tell you,
I want to know
If you feel as I do
We're nice friends,
Yet a kiss from your lips
Has appeared in my day dreams
Could we ever fall
Under that spell
They title "love"?
I don't know about that,
But despite this mix
I do know one thing:
I love you.
I'm not sure how I mean it,
I just know that I do.
Deeper Than SadnessBelieve my hun
When I tell you
It's not a sadness
So wipe away your tears
That you're gonna make it
What you need to understand
Is this is beyond a sadness
It's when it gets so bad
That tears mean nothing
When many of the simple things
That always makes you smile
Make your mind a little lighter,
But your face remains expressionless
It's when others' pain makes you happy
Because you just feel that low
It lives in a moment where there's no cause
And there's nothing in the world
That can ever fix it
So, lift your head hun
Some boy isn't going to make you depressed
You're just a little sad, heart broken
I still catch you smiling
At what makes you happy
You see me in pain right here,
But you still have the feelings
To feel sorry for me
And you've got a cause
Just some boy, is all
The biggest difference is this:
Your moment will pass,
Mine lives forever in an abyss so deep
It can never be found
To ever be passed,
To ever be fixed...
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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