nahiara_hime @ 2009-05 -25T23: 20:00 I have no idea where this came from. Just opened Word and started typing. I do not know if only because I ate too much chocolate that I feel so bad. Anyway ...
Pull yourself up in bed with nothing to say, what to do. With no one to talk to. You are already used to that.
Mourn in the soul, hold the tears that you tie a knot in my throat. Have wanted to scream. It is no longer a novelty.
Why do you hold, if no one will listen, if all go as open your mouth? Why do you care about the rest if you have left, if there is no one beside you, you're all alone? Why not repeat it again and again that idiot to shut up?
Why did you resign yourself to be dead inside?
There is no hope, you say. How will you feel happy if there's nothing you can give it? How will you ensure that you have not heard if nothing to say?
're doomed to disappear slowly, all against all. And nobody, absolutely nobody, I'd miss. Why should they?
not like you're doing something, it's not like you're visible or necessary.
's not as if there were.
're dead, kid. Accept it. You could mourn, cry out that you could kill you right then and everyone would go, anyway. Always go as you open your mouth. Not only those idiots, but those who really matter.
How can you see the way if your tears blur your eyes? Do not ask me to help you, guide you. I'm ignoring you too and you know.
're a stranger, my reflection, my soul, my bitterness. You are a strange that I can not trust. Unnecessary, abandoned, dangerous.
Even I can take you in my hands and hug. How will other?
'm lost.
Lost.
Lost.
And the living dead. And I'm invisible.
I will not remain alone.
not want to die.
not want to talk about myself.
I will not stay silent.
I have fear. I need a hug.
But there is only emptiness. Vacuum my own loneliness and abandonment.
There is no shadow, no light, no air, no further feelings of despair.
hell ever met, prison without light, your own personal hell. called life.
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