life doesnt seem to understand
why i am the way i am
ive hurt myself more than anyone could
but even though, i cant stop
i really know that i should
it bothers me sometimes, that i cant be like them
but when i stop to think
it cant matter too much in the end
when i try not to cry
i feel worse then before
but i still hold it inside me
my minds a locked door
my heart feels so empty
my head is so full
my life seems so worthless, and boring, and dull
but the clouds go away once in awhile
a single thought, glance, or word can bring out the smile
and i start to remember what all this shits about
and remember to trust myself, even in doubt
but those days are few and far between nowadays
each of my days passes by like a haze
floating in and out of this fantasy world ive created
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