It’s not right.

I shouldn’t play like I’m the dumbfounded one anymore. Ive known what you’ve been doing for the past year. It’s not fair. It’s just not fair at all. I shouldn’t have to think; what I don’t know wouldn’t hurt me. I shouldn’t. You should’ve already known what’s wrong from right. I respect you enough to let you know what was going on. I was waiting to see if anything would be said. But nothing, just nothing. So now, I’m empty. I have nothing to say.

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Please disregard my demons,
They get the best of me.
My thoughts have the power to make me a living nightmare.

If you can’t understand it,

Then I’m glad you can’t.

Crowds of jumbled words scratch at my skull, 

Worm through my brain.

Wish it wasn’t true,
But they make me insane.

I itch for a way out

Of my anxious interior,

Because wouldn’t you know it? 

Promise me;
When you see me
At my darkest moment,
Kiss me.

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