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Today
I wonder what I will do today.
Sit in the corner and looks upon my life as some forgotten memory of long ago.
Cut myself until I drain myself of my blood, by just a cup.
Try to find something to drown my pain, or for that matter make it to the point where I can't feel it.
Like my body spilt onto the floor like some used up napkin.
Used for some delirious purpose that mankind decides for the fate of me.
Like corrupted society which corrupts the minds of our own.
Like when people say that you are worthless and drained.
I write my feelings, I've cut myself, and I drink every chance I get.
It's the fucking society that overturns the minds of the true people of our world who can make something out of themselves and not distract the minds of ourselves.
It's those people that cause the depression for the average person, because being perfect is some sort of Vans shoes with 50$ pants. No, it is how large your heart is.
But life goes on and I continue to be empty for a loss of loves,
My heart a battlefield for feelings,
And my brain a train wreck that still manages itself into my thoughts.
And so I wonder, what will become of myself?
Then I wonder...
What will I do today?
Sit in the corner and looks upon my life as some forgotten memory of long ago.
Cut myself until I drain myself of my blood, by just a cup.
Try to find something to drown my pain, or for that matter make it to the point where I can't feel it.
Like my body spilt onto the floor like some used up napkin.
Used for some delirious purpose that mankind decides for the fate of me.
Like corrupted society which corrupts the minds of our own.
Like when people say that you are worthless and drained.
I write my feelings, I've cut myself, and I drink every chance I get.
It's the fucking society that overturns the minds of the true people of our world who can make something out of themselves and not distract the minds of ourselves.
It's those people that cause the depression for the average person, because being perfect is some sort of Vans shoes with 50$ pants. No, it is how large your heart is.
But life goes on and I continue to be empty for a loss of loves,
My heart a battlefield for feelings,
And my brain a train wreck that still manages itself into my thoughts.
And so I wonder, what will become of myself?
Then I wonder...
What will I do today?
Published 28th Feb 2011
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