Im not sure how to let anything out anymore
Dont want people to see
Yet
I want people to know me
I dont want to feel rejected
Or scorned
Because of something I have no control over
Not sure how to express myself because of doubts
About my world
My friends
My talent
About me
Who am I?
Just some 14 year old emo girl
Having mood swings and teen angst?
I cant live this life very long
Having friends mad at me
Leaving me when they thought I left them
I never used to have friends
It made life easier for me
But now I cant lose them
Or myself
Crunched up in a box
And thrown in the gutter
Life feels too big around me
Too wild and crazy
I need control and balance
I need friends who care about me
I really wonder if anyone would notice
No one has so far,
My suicidal urges,
Just to get away from the world
I dont know if I could
Christians dont believe in that
But I think that if I was in a near death experience tomorrow
That I would care
And I would see my real friends
I need directions
A map
Something
To help me
(1)Why havent you God?
Whats keeping you?














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cheers
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If time is an illusion, what's my watch?
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People are like slinkies
They are useless
But you can't help but smile
When you push them down the stairs
Very vivid. Short, choppy thoughts fit the piece perfectly. Lots of emotion (that's not necessarily a bad thing) and the allusions to religion show an understanding of the problem and a desire to believe in something better.
I like.
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Imagination sets us free to be just what we want to be. . .
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I knew it felt familiar, but I had to go back and search to find what it felt similar to.
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Imagination sets us free to be just what we want to be. . .
wat does somnambulistic mean? lol i never thought u could spell anything like that
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People are like slinkies
They are useless
But you can't help but smile
When you push them down the stairs
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People are like slinkies
They are useless
But you can't help but smile
When you push them down the stairs
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Imagination sets us free to be just what we want to be. . .
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cheers
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