Light By Death

I'm becoming so jaded 
That the green is oozing out of my skin
I don't know what love is 
I've never been shown it

I can't fix myself 
I stop the PTSD turner into another anxiety attack
I just want to stop breathing 
So the pain can fade 

If I could just turn my brain off
I don't care if you love me 
Please just go away 

I've got two weeks 
Until the world stops 
I'll never be okay it's slowly turning ugly 
My head is wanting me fucking died 

I can't fix myself 
I stop the PTSD turner into another anxiety attack
I just want to stop breathing 
So the pain can fade 

I need help
I'm actually too scared to ask for it
100 cuts and I'm still not to the Bone
Firefly's and family are how I got here
I never had a real parent 
Never had anyone to tell me that they were proud of me

◄ Words of The Waiting Man 35

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Paul Sayer

Fri 4th Sep 2020 08:29

..."I never had a real parent
Never had anyone to tell me that they were proud of me"

Damon, when there is no one else who can, at these times we must tell ourself.

Paul.

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