These cryptic posts with meaning entwined in beautiful lines; meaning you will never understand. It's all about hopeless eyes and crooked smiles. This plethora of emotions has completely overwhelmed me and left me affected in more ways than I care to admit. You shut your eyes so they don't burn with unshed tears, and yet a tear escapes tightly clenched eyelids, tracing a path down your cheek. Catch that tear drop, for it is all you can afford, a moment of truth before you're encapsulated in your mask again. Good bye you.


I realize what an escapist I am and it's not healthy to the least. Avoidance won't help, but if I make believe maybe it will? Lead me to insanity with a smile on my face. Think happy thoughts. The deadly glint of metal reflected in your eyes, eyes which lose their fire as you lose your nerve; toss it away - the clink of cold metal against tile a marked end of the ordeal, there is no escaping the mask.


Hot pumping blood, throbbing veins, warmth gushing from open wounds as the pain seeps away. Escapist? Stupid? Fucked up? Yes to all of the above. Kiss away my tears and hold me while I cry, but you won't, would you? Whisper that it would all be alright. Make believe. Let's pretend.


Lose control. Relinquish your hold. Stifled breath, break free.


Gods I am making absolutely no sense at all. Must be one of those abstract moods I get into when I think too much. Which I plead guilty for by the way, if there is such a thing as thinking too much, that is. Is there? I wonder. Has anyone ever thought themselves to death? Whatever I am spouting nonsense again. I think I wonder too much. And its all your fault. But i guess its a good thing? Well i wouldn't know. I wouldn't have it any other way


Well I’m off.

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You're exactly where you're supposed to be