I can't sit here anymore, it's like pins in my spine. I want to twirl and be lifted away from the ground. I don't want to be torn down. I've been torn down too much. I have my plans but they're meaningless when in life everyone doesn't care. I tell myself it's what I think and I wan't but I can't be happy if no one cares about what I like. And they laugh and shed cheefull tears... I'm so sorry.
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I just want to dance with the sky filled with japanese clouds and a land filled with sakura trees. I want to be rained on by flowers of white, pure from filth. Instead I sit in a bed of twigs and a sky made of ink that rains thorns on my life.
I never asked to be eternally punished. So why is it so hard to live. Everytime it gets better it gets worse. I always look down and see my feet in a vice grip and stones on my chest. Why can't I just sit up and undo it all. Instead stone by stone is layed upon eachother as the people who lay them laugh.
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I just want to fly. In a sky that's made of water. Where fish that look like everyone who did this to me drowning. Why can't I stand on soil that doesn't make me vomit. I want to stand on something unpainfull. But I just can't stop it.
So I try to go on, even know I never wanted to stop. It's more like time is frozen and it's harder for the clock to tock. It's almost time for everything to move on, but where is it if it appears to be gone. I shouldn't have to look at my fate, when I just want it to be my last dance.