nobody understands me
expressing myself ain't never been easy
and I'm fucking try not cry but all I wanna do is die
and when ever I need someone by my side, I'm alone
staring at my phone
hate to look at myself and it feels like no one home
I blame my past, people told me the pain would not last
no emotion, blank as a canvas
black paint brush at the hands, just another sadness
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Author:
nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 24th, 2024 19:17
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Strategies. With your permission I’d like to dig into points of origin and see if part of the core impetus here that spends that effort painting a certain theme could be set aside so we could examine points of beneficial focus.
wdym beneficial focus
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