Troubled Souls
• Written by DeathsSurvivor
Born before the most depressing american days
growing up in a house full of strangers
going to school full of too many judgemental people
Going through each day,
Wondering if a door will be slammed in my face
or a chair pulled from beneath me
Blades crossing my skin
Depressed and wanting to die
lost and wondering if i'll ever be loved
searching for something never to find
Trying to find myself in a crowd full of copies
trying to know who i am
exessavly wearing bracelets
to hide what you've done to yourself
refusing to open up to judgment
only to find that in myself
getting stuck in a one sided love
crying too long for help
wondering if you'll ever be loved or missed
Trying to find myself in a crowd full of copies
trying to know who i am
Painful lives calling painful measures
or painful choices,
tell me
if the past that deep dark secret
tell me, oh tell me
if that past
is real
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DeathsSurvivor
Member since August 10 2015