Now I am an animal, Letting my feelings run wild and free, My body just shakes with anger, And my soul howls and screams, My blood doesn't boil, it runs through my veins in a hot white flash, Stay away from my mouth, its words bring danger, Because my mind's not working, it's already crashed, My heart is racing, numb to the pain, all the more to gain, But now my eyes are weakening, tears streaking down my face, Overwhelming, developing, tearing, squeezing, it takes over me, Sinking, falling, drowning, breathless, I don't want to wake, The desire to be happy is lost to me, So I will just let myself break, Into a thousand pieces

Daniel Newell by fireladyloserrequest, literature

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Daniel Newell

My painful days are numbered, They are through, for now, And now, I have time to become accustomed to the dreaded anxiety, Can't you see? I wish my mind would be numbed, But what then? I instead feel fear, It makes me cry aloud, I am not ashamed of my emotions, I have felt the passion and anger callus my heart, I have experienced the high of dopamine and the suffocation of the people around me, What more is there? Let us find out, My mind has been immobilized, unable to be conscious of thought, My eyes have been blinded though my brain could think clearly, And there was once a time that both my eyes could see and my thoughts went through my t

Reap What You Sow by fireladyloserrequest, literature

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Reap What You Sow

I am high in the sky, on a cloud, looking down, I can see, the cold dead earth it seems as though nothing can grow there. But I know, I know, from the seeds of my numbed heart, I can plant them to grow destruction, so i rake across the gray forsaken dirt, so it can really feel the pain and the hurt, cant you see? I am planting the food, that will damn me out of heaven, and nothing can stop me, nothing can stop me now. They say right down in the book, that you reap what you sow, Yes they wrote down in the book, that you reap what you sow, and they will preach of what you grow, while you receive your pain and agony, so I will spread out my bitt

The reason I don't sing happy songs by fireladyloserrequest, literature

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The reason I don't sing happy songs

If the world was a happy place, I would sing happy songs, everyday, If the world was a little bit more perfect, I would make the sun shine, I would make the rain come another day. If only the world was more at peace, people would want to smile, even if they were going through something, time would stop, and then we wouldn't need to worry, money wouldn't exist, cause we wouldn't need it, oh, if the world, was a bit more happy. Maybe mothers wouldn't be so easily unsettled, and fathers wouldn't turn away, if the world could afford mistakes, let us learn, and do it over again, I would be happy... The world would've been happy enoug

What was this ever supposed to mean? by fireladyloserrequest, literature

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What was this ever supposed to mean?

I was only pretending to be who I wanted to be. But everything I did, was for you. I can’t understand this, I prolong everything. I was just waiting for you. If I could, I would just let it all go. But you’re the one who always gave me hope. So I just keep holding on and on, until everything seems to be gone. *-* It slipped away. What can I say? I tried to keep it together, but you didn’t help me ether. So don’t put the blame on me. This is supposed to be a relationship. But I ended up somewhere else, where I am happy. And with that, our wounded selves ended. *-* Can I ever, believe in myself? Is this just a game w

Giving up the pain by fireladyloserrequest, literature

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Giving up the pain

And my heart is strung with a thousand needles. Sometimes you’ll just cut into me Or maybe you’ll dissect my heart And shred layer by layer Just tear me the fuck apart Oh, and when you pretend to be kind When you often try Now you’ll know how I feel You expect too much my Queen When you think I’ll ever believe That after everything You really care about me *-* When I don’t react It’s not that I’m numb… It’s that I’ve stopped caring *-* Because I love it so much The physical feeling of it gives me a rush And it feels so good…. The way my hear feels as if it’s b

Whatever happened to us? by fireladyloserrequest, literature

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Whatever happened to us?

How can I capture the way it used to be? The way you used to love me… How can I capture a dream? It’s not as if it matters… But it did matter to me. *-* Look at me, making fake feelings for you. Look at you, making up fake feelings for me. But once the masks are taken off, once we see our true faces. We can finally realize what we want in life. *-* It’s not ourselves that we see, but our reflections within each other’s eyes. You are what you mean to me, and I am what I mean to you … whatever that means. For you mean everything to me, and I mean nothing to you.

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