I see the truth behind the lies, I hear the pain buried under cries. I try to live but feel like I’ve died… broken, shattered, lacking even pride.
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I love to laugh. They say comedy stems from deep profound sadness. They’re half way right… I do love to laugh.
Changed who I was so everyone would like me, and now I don’t like myself.
Live every day to its fullest, because you never know which one may be your last.
I had a dream about you last night. You were looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered. I woke up and stared to cry… because I realized it wasn’t real.
I punched a lot of walls, doors, fridges, and friends before I learned how to deal with my anger.
Always be a good friend, because there is no better title.
I want to change the world,
help people who have no one else
I want to be the smile surrounded by tears
I want to be the courage, that drowns out fears
I want the broken and the bruised
the destroyed and the abused
the depressed and the confused
to come and listen
to this story all my own
I’ve been ripped down to my bones
stripped of all I ever was
taunted and tormented by the thoughts of what he did
what he does
The guilt, it eats my soul
surrounds my being,
swallows me whole.
I did nothing, out of fear
and now everything seems clear
what I should have done and didn’t
what I could have done but wouldn’t
I guess I use this lame excuse
that the sexual abuse
clouded and took over
but from that day I’ve known the truth
I’ll make something good come from this
help people like me
see that they are in control,
stand up, smile, and believe
you can still change the world
Yeah that’s my hope…my story,
in all its sad and beautiful glory
Some days I run so hard that I feel like I might die from lack of oxygen, I do this because in those few seconds I actually feel alive.
I think about him sometimes. Like he haunts the deepest parts of my mind. Waiting for his chance to remind me of the broken girl he left behind.
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