Why do we do it?
Why do we get right to it?
Why do we try, when we know our whole life is a lie?
You know what screw it!
People say that I’ll survive!
But they’re the reason that I lie!
They’re the reason that I cry at night!
Sure I’ll survive!
But honestly I’ve already died!
So the only way to help this life is handing me the knife…
~...Why!
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The reason we get over the monsters under our beds, is because we face reality and start dealing with the monsters in our heads instead.
~A bloody dream, into reality.
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Esther M
So much to say, but no one to hear. That's why I came here.
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