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The problem of hope is hope gives you falsities that make your brain trick you. You start believing in false hope, you start believing in the things you want to. It will never come true.
I would like to take my skin and peel it off slowly, I would like to take my heart and pin it on my clothes all black and barely beating. I would like to show everyone that I am not better and I will never be better.
There was once a beautiful place this girl lived
it was made of heavenly things
you could barely breathe
or everything would break
One day she blew a kiss
and she watched her heaven crumble
crumble
crumble
She sat amiss the broken glass
and put her arms around it squeezing it tight
as it cut into her skin
blood poured from her mouth into her lap
and onto the ground
She opened her eyes and the magic was gone
the beautiful place was now
red with blood and destroyed
she wiped her mouth
and closed her eyes
and woke up in heaven
My skin is ruptured
blood pours from my back
the pain while sleeping
isn't enough
I wake up and the pain is still there
but it isn't enough
I cut into my veins
but the pain isn't enough
I take a knife and plunge it into my heart
but the pain isn't enough
the pain isn't enough
the pain isn't a memory
cutting into my skin like glass
the pain isn't a word, a sentence
struggling to cut deeper
after a wound has healed
the pain isn't a lost hand
that you used to hold
the pain doesn't look bright
or heal
the pain doesn't stand for anything
or amount to anything
the pain isn't seen by anyone
because it hides in a smile
Plastic skin made from a mothers tupperware party
Glass eyes filled from a pitcher of filtered water
A heart injected with novocaine, strong enough to last for years
Material clothes placed strategically
Material things picked up and swung around
But everyone can see through the skin
Everyone can break the glass
Everyone can wait for the novocaine to wear off
But not me
I walk down the hall and see everyone busy
worlds collide
people drop pencils
wars start
people smile and wave
A crow dies in a forest with no one around
too far from its family
A lady gets mugged in a busy parkinglot
everyone is too busy to care
A girl gets her heart broken
the only person who is supposed to care
has walked away
washed his hands
put on his shoes
and closed the door
The people do not matter
the girl does not matter
death doesn't matter
I would like to take my skin and peel it off slowly, I would like to take my heart and pin it on my clothes all black and barely beating. I would like to show everyone that I am not better and I will never be better.
There was once a beautiful place this girl lived
it was made of heavenly things
you could barely breathe
or everything would break
One day she blew a kiss
and she watched her heaven crumble
crumble
crumble
She sat amiss the broken glass
and put her arms around it squeezing it tight
as it cut into her skin
blood poured from her mouth into her lap
and onto the ground
She opened her eyes and the magic was gone
the beautiful place was now
red with blood and destroyed
she wiped her mouth
and closed her eyes
and woke up in heaven
My skin is ruptured
blood pours from my back
the pain while sleeping
isn't enough
I wake up and the pain is still there
but it isn't enough
I cut into my veins
but the pain isn't enough
I take a knife and plunge it into my heart
but the pain isn't enough
the pain isn't enough
the pain isn't a memory
cutting into my skin like glass
the pain isn't a word, a sentence
struggling to cut deeper
after a wound has healed
the pain isn't a lost hand
that you used to hold
the pain doesn't look bright
or heal
the pain doesn't stand for anything
or amount to anything
the pain isn't seen by anyone
because it hides in a smile
Plastic skin made from a mothers tupperware party
Glass eyes filled from a pitcher of filtered water
A heart injected with novocaine, strong enough to last for years
Material clothes placed strategically
Material things picked up and swung around
But everyone can see through the skin
Everyone can break the glass
Everyone can wait for the novocaine to wear off
But not me
I walk down the hall and see everyone busy
worlds collide
people drop pencils
wars start
people smile and wave
A crow dies in a forest with no one around
too far from its family
A lady gets mugged in a busy parkinglot
everyone is too busy to care
A girl gets her heart broken
the only person who is supposed to care
has walked away
washed his hands
put on his shoes
and closed the door
The people do not matter
the girl does not matter
death doesn't matter