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Why can’t you just let me finally fall down?
Why can’t you just let me flounder and drown?
Why can’t you let me sink below the surface
Into my Blue sea of agony and disgrace?
Why do I matter so fucking much?
Why would my escape hurt you such
To the point where you shackle me here?
Why is it that my feelings aren’t clear?
Why do you want to torture me
Beyond the edge of my sanity?
Why do you hold on so damn tight?
Why can’t you let me lose my fight?
I’m already dead and empty,
Why are you too blind to see?
Why don’t you let me know
Why you can’t just let me go?
Why can’t you just let me flounder and drown?
Why can’t you let me sink below the surface
Into my Blue sea of agony and disgrace?
Why do I matter so fucking much?
Why would my escape hurt you such
To the point where you shackle me here?
Why is it that my feelings aren’t clear?
Why do you want to torture me
Beyond the edge of my sanity?
Why do you hold on so damn tight?
Why can’t you let me lose my fight?
I’m already dead and empty,
Why are you too blind to see?
Why don’t you let me know
Why you can’t just let me go?
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Sometimes loved ones feel more like shackles or anchors, weighing me down and holding me to Life against my will
That is part of the reason why I hate it when random people ask if I'm okay, when they seem to care... I can't deal with anymore people shackling me, sometimes it makes me want to die just to escape the feeling of being trapped...
Thankyou, hope you understand
Z
That is part of the reason why I hate it when random people ask if I'm okay, when they seem to care... I can't deal with anymore people shackling me, sometimes it makes me want to die just to escape the feeling of being trapped...
Thankyou, hope you understand
Z
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*hugs* im sorry....im starting to wonder if this goddamned trip is worth not being able to talk to you..don't do anything too drastic,okay?im still here. just hold on a little longer.