Avenged butterfly
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Silence Winter Faulkner
No depth of love is ever worth giving up you. Love should not be a burden but a gift.
My mind is spiraling downward to the depths of my forgotten feelings and all is becoming undeniable. I am losing all sanity to reality and the heartache of what I lost, my decision is I shouldn’t have to sacrifice my beliefs. If your love for me is based on whether or not I can accept something the choice is not mine but yours.
It’s really quite pitiful how dumbass people can wind the truth to make me look like a psychotic Nazi. Nothing is usual anymore.
I am growing tired of these poetic abortions and writing just to watch it burn, I am sick of pretending I am strong when in reality I want to break down. To me admitting your weak is giving up. Being put down and never falling before them made me feel invincible like nothing could touch me. I hope guilt fills your stomach while the mind rests in its thoughts of regret.
Tomorrow all eyes will be on me when I walk down the halls.
Silence Winter Faulkner
No depth of love is ever worth giving up you. Love should not be a burden but a gift.
My mind is spiraling downward to the depths of my forgotten feelings and all is becoming undeniable. I am losing all sanity to reality and the heartache of what I lost, my decision is I shouldn’t have to sacrifice my beliefs. If your love for me is based on whether or not I can accept something the choice is not mine but yours.
It’s really quite pitiful how dumbass people can wind the truth to make me look like a psychotic Nazi. Nothing is usual anymore.
I am growing tired of these poetic abortions and writing just to watch it burn, I am sick of pretending I am strong when in reality I want to break down. To me admitting your weak is giving up. Being put down and never falling before them made me feel invincible like nothing could touch me. I hope guilt fills your stomach while the mind rests in its thoughts of regret.
Tomorrow all eyes will be on me when I walk down the halls.