You're next to me, but so far
I'm standing close to you
But your attentions are focussed onto another
Your actions are only opening old scares?
I was and content thinking things were alright
Nothing last forever though, so pain comes again
For when you love, I become hateful and hurt
But I have no true will to argue and fight
In the end, rage can only subside to tears
And then I'll plaster on another fake smile
Hoping I'll find the strength to push through
Ignoring the fact I'm surrounded by my fears.
My feelings tell me to rage, scream... kill
Inside me, my twisted thoughts bubble up with anger
My feelings aren't leaving, has it finally gone too far?
Has love finally broke my heart, soul, and will?
My will to hold no anger and cope with this
I promised myself I would be prepared,
Ready to cope with the next obsticle with hope
But I find myself only able to rage and use my fist.
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Here We Are, But We're Still Lost
I have spilled my heart on this journal and now I am making it public. I doubt what you will find will interest you much. It's only my battered soul.
Lol, sorry, that was really angst, wasn't it?
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