Midnight thoughts

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Midnight thoughts

Its hard to think  Hard to feel things  Im bridtle im zinc  I cant seem to take hints  Hand the bottle whole pint  Mix it with the bottle of pain  Draw an paint write an think  Something so beautiful  But no one knows it aint paint  Blood sweat an tears brush  Blood for the smile with a blush  Tears for the eyes with nothing left  Sweat for all the nervous wrecks  An highlights to contrast the dark  Back ground splattered blood from my  Barely beating heart  Shakey lines cause i aint fine  Aitnt walking a straight line  Path is not defined  Masks i hide behind  Help everyone im so kind  But i honesly cant find  Someone who checks to see if im fine  An im fine with it  Thats a lie u know it  Face blank  erased it  Lead to the paper  Mood never hight noon  it dampers the room  Nothing is illume  In my tomb  Not immune  To your words  Walking dunes  Inhaling fumes Dieing in june  Body decompose like prune  I live in my temple its ruined  Had the paint gun to my temple  Sooners better than later  Had colors turned black an white  Then god shut the shutters  Cant see an im stumbing Over things i cant see Cant feel an cant smell But on the wall inside  My head i write help  Bust it open i can see now  I bright light white like snow  With a hand reaching out An i black out  Wake up hearing screeming  Emp reviving me  Feels like this moment happened  An its a memorie  But its not its just me  Forshowing  Love one next to me  See me bleeding  Out shouting telling  Me to stay awake  But im in pryllis  Eye lids getting heavy Next thing i know  I look down at my body Being lowered into the cermety  This feels to real but its never happened to me  Just a dream that seems like reality  Ill close my eyes now good night  But i cant cause im overthinking Once again  Felt so much pain yet no gain  An everyday the same things  Wake up cry after noon  Try to stride an midnight think about y i should die  Then say fuck it put the razor to wrist  Eyes r clouds it pourings not mist Im lighed head now sleeping unconscious  To much blood loss  Im fine hahahah i love you all anybody wanna smoke a joint

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Its hard to think  Hard to feel things  Im bridtle im zinc  I cant seem to take hints  Hand the bottle whole pint  Mix it with the bottle of pain  Draw an paint write an think  Something so beautiful  But no one knows it aint paint  Blood sweat an tears brush  Blood for the smile with a blush  Tears for the eyes with nothing left  Sweat for all the nervous wrecks  An highlights to contrast the dark  Back ground splattered blood from my  Barely beating heart  Shakey lines cause i aint fine  Aitnt walking a straight line  Path is not defined  Masks i hide behind  Help everyone im so kind  But i honesly cant find  Someone who checks to see if im fine  An im fine with it  Thats a lie u know it  Face blank  erased it  Lead to the paper  Mood never hight noon  it dampers the room  Nothing is illume  In my tomb  Not immune  To your words  Walking dunes  Inhaling fumes Dieing in june  Body decompose like prune  I live in my temple its ruined  Had the paint gun to my temple  Sooners better than later  Had colors turned black an white  Then god shut the shutters  Cant see an im stumbing Over things i cant see Cant feel an cant smell But on the wall inside  My head i write help  Bust it open i can see now  I bright light white like snow  With a hand reaching out An i black out  Wake up hearing screeming  Emp reviving me  Feels like this moment happened  An its a memorie  But its not its just me  Forshowing  Love one next to me  See me bleeding  Out shouting telling  Me to stay awake  But im in pryllis  Eye lids getting heavy Next thing i know  I look down at my body Being lowered into the cermety  This feels to real but its never happened to me  Just a dream that seems like reality  Ill close my eyes now good night  But i cant cause im overthinking Once again  Felt so much pain yet no gain  An everyday the same things  Wake up cry after noon  Try to stride an midnight think about y i should die  Then say fuck it put the razor to wrist  Eyes r clouds it pourings not mist Im lighed head now sleeping unconscious  To much blood loss  Im fine hahahah i love you all anybody wanna smoke a joint

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