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Secret Hoarder
Fuck this Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
Everybody has a fucked up past
Why does mine have to find its way back?
I hate the memories that I own now
Why would I want to know what fills the gaps in my memory slats?
Please just let me patch up the cracks
Turn my back and run past real fast
I cannot even put the events in order
Total memory lapse
My head is a secret hoarder
Then time starts to collapse
Sucked back into the blackness
I delve into my mind
Only to find cancerous masses
Engulfed by my own madness
A hallow voice echo's inside of me
Saying I will never find a good reality
Giggling, the voice says I will never be able to develop
Emotionally frozen, yet time is still flowin'
I need some fucking help up
I am not asking for a ticket into heaven
I just want to be in this moment
Not stuck in the past, reliving every second
I can't seem to rise, like bread left with no leaven
©2013 Miss Morbid
Everybody has a fucked up past
Why does mine have to find its way back?
I hate the memories that I own now
Why would I want to know what fills the gaps in my memory slats?
Please just let me patch up the cracks
Turn my back and run past real fast
I cannot even put the events in order
Total memory lapse
My head is a secret hoarder
Then time starts to collapse
Sucked back into the blackness
I delve into my mind
Only to find cancerous masses
Engulfed by my own madness
A hallow voice echo's inside of me
Saying I will never find a good reality
Giggling, the voice says I will never be able to develop
Emotionally frozen, yet time is still flowin'
I need some fucking help up
I am not asking for a ticket into heaven
I just want to be in this moment
Not stuck in the past, reliving every second
I can't seem to rise, like bread left with no leaven
©2013 Miss Morbid
Published 9th May 2013
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Anonymous
24th May 2013 7:17pm
Felt this. Angry with the script AND *yourself* for memorizing the damn thing. So many lines in this just Resonate. Surprised it's not buried in responses. Lazy-ass people (or chicken, afraid to admit they know the feeling).
"I am not asking for a ticket into heaven
I just want to be in this moment
Not stuck in the past, reliving every second
I can't seem to rise, like bread left with no leaven"
Seriously! No love for this particular feeling but liking the hell out of your expression of it. Well done, Miss Morbid.
"I am not asking for a ticket into heaven
I just want to be in this moment
Not stuck in the past, reliving every second
I can't seem to rise, like bread left with no leaven"
Seriously! No love for this particular feeling but liking the hell out of your expression of it. Well done, Miss Morbid.
24th May 2013 10:12pm
