I don't want to see the way you ignore me after you use me after I pass your thoughts like I'm not alive like I'm nothing I want you to delete everything you wrote I want you to write poems of misery of how guilty you feel and even in those feelings you're still a selfish *** *****.
doubts and worries disappear like fog blown by wind but they come back again the tides are changing fast, now I wonder, how long will this mood last? don't know when, don't know how it will ever end my dear reverend can you tell me the answers? i see crosses in the sky god hides from me and i don't know why my dear revenant coming to haunt me again i guess he wants me again is life going as planned? i'll get out of here i'll write better poetry maybe when my mind is clear maybe when the end is near
they appear like giant black specs in the corner of my eyes peeking behind doors hiding under beds they are our fear we do not feel they are the pain we shove, hide, and push away they are the black holes in our minds
something bothering me and i don't know what it's in the back of my mind i'm just trying to focus to spend my time on the things that matter and to get the results that i want in life is causing me so much pain and strife i like to think i fight the good fight but i'm just feeling kind of burnt out tonight.