DreamsI never believed that dreams could come true,But then I realized that nightmaresAre dreams too.
I'll See You Next Dawn - Depression PoemAll these lies I've toldAll these scars I've hiddenI try to be boldBut the truth is forbiddenI'm just a pawnFighting to be freeMy dear, I'll see you next dawnAnd we'll be together, just you and meDo you know how long I've triedTo keep my scars a secretBecause you were always by my sideBut alone I've got to fight this evil spiritI'm just a pawnFighting to be freeMy dear, I'll see you next dawnAnd we'll be together, just you and meI'm sorry, my friendBut this is just too hard for meMy love, I face the endDarkness is all I seeI was just a pawnAnd failed to be freeMy dear, I won't see you next dawnBut I hope we'll still be together, just you and me
PoemPower is an experience that some shouldn't know. It is equal to life which can be changed. But who knows what will happend to the unworthy, seeking power of destruction and revenge. I do not know the reason why, but surely it can't be undone.However, those who seek the power to protect their loved ones, those will receive victory! Cause this is the true power that leads to the light. The true power... Love. No one can surpass it! And nothing will ever change this. But there are those who can't see it... They were fallen and lost their souls. It is madness that is born in them. Madness... A power of destruction. The lost ones. Can't be saved, they are banned from life. So it is us, who must live and continue living... [ In life, we do things. Some, we wish we had never done and some we wish we could replay a million times. They make us who we are and, in the end, they shape and detail us. If we were to reserve them, we wouldn’t be the person we are today.
Depression PoemI want to stop getting these scars,I want to stop trying to die,I want friends with me and not the liars,I want someone with me when I say good bye.I don't want the tears to flow,I don't want the knife to cut me,I don't want my blood to go,I just want to be free.All I want is a smile that's real,All I want are friends around,But all I get are scars that won't seal,And an image of me going Heaven bound.I want this to stop,I don't want to die,All I want is to not feel the chair drop,And I don't want to whisper my last good bye.
Number 7Number 7He woke up screamingFrom another nightmareTears slipped from both eyesYou could tell he was scaredHe reached under his pillowTo seek his drugA knife lay thereIt was his warm hugHis arms were bloodstainedBut not for longHe went in the showerFor over an hourAfter he got dressedAnd picked up his bagHe went to the mirrorAnd put on his maskHe got to the schoolHappy as any boy could beFriends laughing, smilingToo bad they couldn't seeIt was night time nowHe went to the locker roomHe changed in a stallHe couldn't show them allHe put on his tightsAnd slipped on his jerseyPut on his helmetFor all to seeWalked onto the fieldJersey read: KEVINA.K.A. Mr. TouchdownPlayer number: 7Best player, he wasJonathan "Mr. Touchdown" KevinScored many that nightPlayed with all his mightWent home with a victoryThe season had its runThe team was undefeatedAll players but oneHe was so popularWhy did he feel otherwise?He walked over to the mirrorAnd took off his
Not Slumber PartyGiggling, babbling like the foolish brook, we'll stay up way too late. Hush, we know
Light?Light….?What lurks up thereAbove the ground?Up there I would not dareTo leave my home and be foundDeath ! Death! Death!They would shout!The moment you go up thereIt will be your lastFret! Fret! Fret!I can not go because I fret!Treasures up there !Countless it will be!But death will snatch you as you behold the sight!It is all in vain!What will I find ?Will I die?Will I be crippled?Blinded?Murdered?Maned?Despaired?Lost?Forgotten?What if…!….What if….?What…If….?What if I found the light?
Story - Depression PoemChild childDon't dispairThe pain is mildAnd your pain I shareI have my own storyAnd I'll tell it to youI loved a boy beforeBut the scars I loved tooBecause he hurt me a lotWhile my scars took it awayAnd they stayed when he did notThey were there day by dayChild childPlease don't cryYes the pain was wildBut I surely didn't dieI'm here for youEvery step of the wayJust one thing I need to tell youPlease don't ever go away.
EdgesThis music industryhas got a lot of edgessharp in mediocritycutting through indieand controversial shitjust to make a quick buckfor your amusementThis social justicepoisons it's own wordswith self justificationsand double standardsthe one edge it will neverhave is the truthand the truth issomething everyonemakesThis gaming industryis plagued by behalfof defending the leechessucking the life out oforiginalityone of these edgesbelongs to the Call of Dutieswhilst anothermakes it name as Candy Crushand the lastgoes in as Castle Crashersowned by the sameold fuck who doesn'tknow anything aboutthe video gamesyou makeAnd these edgesmay hurtgoing through themto find the heartof these worthlesspieces of shitbut bear with methat a little bleedingof this poisonmay go a long way.
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