It's getting harder to laugh it off; all the sorrow, all the pain. The older you get the hard you have to hide from it all. It's hard not to think of the things to wish you could forget, they'll haunt you. There are some things...a person does to get away from it--the past-- Make new friends, go to a new school, always smile or at least when there a people around to see, and laugh through the pain.
All you want to do is scream. Ask for help but that stupid pride gets in the way. And you lock those feelings inside. Til' it's a dream and you can walk and laugh and feel happy, but when that door closes you know it's not the same. And we are back at the beginning. Where it hurts so much you think death would be grand...But your to much of a sissy for death.
You come to hate the one thing you though you had left
...Yourself.
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A view through the rain covered window that is my mind. It may be a twisted view.
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