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This world is so fucking fucked..I just don't understand the way it works. I don't understand why the nice, caring people, who would do anything to help someone, are always the people who can't find happiness, always the people who get hurt. I just don't see what's so great about life.
I bet you never saw it coming, me lying here this way;
I bet you thought that I was strong enough...
Inside I'm just this little child crying out,
looking for a shoulder, arms to embrace me,
to hold me, and rock me, and take away all this pain.
A child who cannot take this harsh world, a child with
so much intended innocence, shivering from the worlds fridgedness,
covered in a blanket of sin.
This pain I keep inside, afraid to show how weak I really am.
This front that I put up is growing old with wrinkles, and the very idea of it sickens me. I want to vomit, I want to expel this weakness, I want to be cold, I want to be filled with nothing, I want to be empty. I don't want to feel, not even you.
She has become cold, too cold for warmth, past the point of return and now she'll die from the hypothermia you have inflicted upon me. You, this person who has the nerve, and power to take the very life of the child with-in me..this person who has taken my emotions away...will never know how I might have been, had you loved me.
I bet you never saw it coming, me lying here this way;
I bet you thought that I was strong enough...
Inside I'm just this little child crying out,
looking for a shoulder, arms to embrace me,
to hold me, and rock me, and take away all this pain.
A child who cannot take this harsh world, a child with
so much intended innocence, shivering from the worlds fridgedness,
covered in a blanket of sin.
This pain I keep inside, afraid to show how weak I really am.
This front that I put up is growing old with wrinkles, and the very idea of it sickens me. I want to vomit, I want to expel this weakness, I want to be cold, I want to be filled with nothing, I want to be empty. I don't want to feel, not even you.
She has become cold, too cold for warmth, past the point of return and now she'll die from the hypothermia you have inflicted upon me. You, this person who has the nerve, and power to take the very life of the child with-in me..this person who has taken my emotions away...will never know how I might have been, had you loved me.