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My feet are getting heavier With everyday With every thought I'm weak and the worlds too heavy Its a feeling as if the surgeon left His tool inside me Or a frustrated poet Is throwing his papers And screaming because He can't decide if he wants A death or a happy ending The dark catch's my eyes More than my eyelids "never meant to happen" Is the story I have Grown so close to It will break me oneday And I'm ready No one knows that its my scream They are hearing Thinking to themselves Its a cr...

My eyes are stars Wandering Meaninglessly Finding scatterd tears Fading Scars Empty Hopes And speeding cars Lost in the hopes of light and gold Walking through the new and old Screaming dreams are motivation And the truth to take hold No more hiding it under papers Blank rooms broken windows Morning tears and sad faces Dragging Feet to empty spaces Breathing hate Blocking hope Suddenly instead of life Its a tightrope

If I where a poet I would build these walls Out of vowels and synonyms I would breathe life into the dry wall I would persuade These lights to take life

Is it words, is it poetry? Is it love, or is it lies? why do paper and pen bring me more hapiness then myself why do these thoughts flow why do these thoughts answer when all is lost is it help, or is it torture? is it happiness, or is it hollywood do they come for comfort do they come for any reason at all or is the only reason they come is me

gripped against something no odds no melody just the ghost on the inside for every nation theres a state for every heart theres a person once for hapiness once for pleasure no cliche no room for it glass broke and set to cut one lone siren shatters this shadow we call life have i hit bottom? have i come to realize whats here in front of me is not me have i destroyed the material or destroyed myself? continued have i sown something torn or ripped it wider have i seen pitch black do i know how ...