(no subject)
I have killed my dreams
My reality seems close behind,
What to do, where to go,
Can I save myself?
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Hope is something I lack,
When I stabbed it in the back
It cried out but was ignored,
Lost in the many cries,
Of those the knife wounded.
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Have you ever analyzed yourself so thoroughly you actually know yourself. Trust me, don't. In this, sometimes ignorance is bliss. If I try, and I do, I can usually tell why I do things in the way only psychiatrists are trained to do. And it gives me little hope to know. I want to just cease existing. Not suicide, but something.
My reality seems close behind,
What to do, where to go,
Can I save myself?
------------------------
Hope is something I lack,
When I stabbed it in the back
It cried out but was ignored,
Lost in the many cries,
Of those the knife wounded.
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Have you ever analyzed yourself so thoroughly you actually know yourself. Trust me, don't. In this, sometimes ignorance is bliss. If I try, and I do, I can usually tell why I do things in the way only psychiatrists are trained to do. And it gives me little hope to know. I want to just cease existing. Not suicide, but something.