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Attention Whore
Attention Whore is what i am.
I never thought id do the things i did.
I cant believe i sold my soul, to somebody i didnt know.
He lived so far away, and i didnt even get to say hey face to face.
It started off so slowly, then it sped up to quickly,
and it felt so good, to have somebody that would talk and
listen to me, somebody that would believe, while i was stuck in dout.
I couldnt stop talking to the demon, i couldnt stop listening to his storys,
to his wisdom, to his tales, and now they where the things, that made my
life a living hell.
But it felt so good, to let my skin burn, let the scars fade for a lil while,
to feel good about myself, and to here the words that where for me.
He was there every step of the way, threw everything i did, and everything i said,
threw everything that happened, he was on my left shoulder, wispering in my ear.
Telling it was going to be ok, that things happen for a reason, that life will keep on going,
just dont give up now. You are so strong, you can do anything, you can win this fight,
just keep on fighting.
The demon kept me going, and i thought i could do it, but at the same time,
i knew i douted it, i couldnt do anything right, i never could in my life.
Im a attention whore.
Who knows why.
Maybe because i didnt get enough attention when i was a kid,
shunned from the love, hated by my mother and my father,
abused by the people who created me, and tortured too.
Maybe because all the guys i dated, tore my heart to shreds.
my heart full of stitchs, and now is turning grey from the pain.
Who knows why.
Im a attention whore,
i like the way it feels, when i have all the eyes on me,
i like how they all stare when i walk down the street.
I like way they smile when i bend over to grab something.
I like the attention is anyway they give it, i like the attention
anyway i can get it. im a attention whore.
And i know that its bad, iv made my mistakes
iv ran with the demon, now iv walked on the hot pavment,
and iv found myself again.
I may be a attention whore, i like to feel like somebody likes me,
or appricates, or compliments me, sometimes its a bad thing,
but not anymore.
Im a attention, but im no more a whore.
Well the only demon is
Well the only demon is lonelyness, regret, sadness, and all who take advantage of those, as I say always ur pain is a great muse for poetry. Hun you just need some one to care, not some one to make you feel better, not someone to hear you, you need someone to listen.