I have a list
Of many
Things
Wich most of all
Are
Every
thing
At nite they all line up and I can't see the end
For every little thing things, has a friend.

My sadness is too deep to keep treading
I want to see the mountains and breathe in the trees.i want solitude and serenity
I want to feel the place I belong.

But in it I will be alone.

When nothing really matters
And every thing stays the same
A certain madness overcomes me
As you slowly drive me insane
My actions are unreciprocated
And are left feeling unjust.
When now it's too late to matter
Because I no longer give a fuck.
I am what you need
But you are not what I want
Because your deceit laid the path
And I've given all I've got.
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My feelings are self contained after falling unresponsive
My chest now the closed door, where inside my heart has blanketed itself
I can self soothe, I have no fear of that.
A rebirth is immenent.
And you are now
Irrellevent.

Was looking for something delicately insightful to put forth when I realized it better translates into
I
Know
Longer
Give a fuck

Fuck YOU

He is equivalent to the soft rain on a cool nite. The rustling of leaves in the trees
The way the early morning fog dampens my skin
My feet on the grass.
The sound of crickets when the window is open and the breeze plays with the curtain
He is as vast as the sky that holds the same stars I gaze upon.
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I am at last tired enough to quiet the thoughts in my mind.
To slow my breathing and the beating of my heart.
To be too exhausted to live in a state of questionability .
I love the sound of nothing.

Somewhere along the way you decided I wasnt important enough.
My mistake was beginning to believe it.

C.a.l.d.

And in the darkness beholds my sadness, beckoning it discreetly
Like a curled finger with a sickly smile it cannot beseech me
It lurkes over me like a damp fog and I can taste it's sweetness.
To want
To escape
To love
Then it shall have to kill me.
But there is another side to this story
And I one I tell rather quickly
Feel the coldness of the steel and or
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Too much.
The tenseness inside could no longer be held back by holding her breath
The sadness seeped slowly from her eyes as her chest screamed inside
She feels empty and insignificant.her worth not mirrored back at her in the eyes of her lover
Her lover.
Her.
Lover.
Her lover that hides himself from her and hides her from himself.
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