Watcha gonna Do bout it
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Why does it always seem,
That you're the one living the fairy tale,
And I'm the one,
Trapped on the nightmare?
When, in reality,
It's quite the opposite.
Since when were you the strong one,
Able to suffer in silence,
And when did I become the weakling,
Not even being able to properly handle grief?
Since when did it go like this,
That my life is the easy one?
That I was able to pour my heart out,
While you remain silent.
I wish I could be that one again,
The silent one.
Could I be the strong, silent and independent one,
Not the weak, open, clingy person,
That I'm slowly transforming into?
All I wish, is to be able to go back,
And change my attitude,
Because I was a lot better off,
When I was the silent one.
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The sound of destruction,*
Echoing all around me.
The sweet sounds,*
Of people screaming,*
In pain and sorrow,*
Fills my sadistic soul.
I wish I could've been a part,*
Of those,*
Causing the destruction.
I run around,*
Just wanting to savor,*
the moment of heartbreak.
Feeding on the fear,*
Drinking up the feeling of hatred.
I see glances of despise,*
The survivors are shooting me.
I ignore those and continue my journey,*
Amongst the rubble.
I am enjoying my stroll,*
In the middle of destruction.
This is my favorite way to spend,*
My Sunday's;*
Walking amongst chaos.
(I'm 13, turning 14) Thanks
That you're the one living the fairy tale,
And I'm the one,
Trapped on the nightmare?
When, in reality,
It's quite the opposite.
Since when were you the strong one,
Able to suffer in silence,
And when did I become the weakling,
Not even being able to properly handle grief?
Since when did it go like this,
That my life is the easy one?
That I was able to pour my heart out,
While you remain silent.
I wish I could be that one again,
The silent one.
Could I be the strong, silent and independent one,
Not the weak, open, clingy person,
That I'm slowly transforming into?
All I wish, is to be able to go back,
And change my attitude,
Because I was a lot better off,
When I was the silent one.
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The sound of destruction,*
Echoing all around me.
The sweet sounds,*
Of people screaming,*
In pain and sorrow,*
Fills my sadistic soul.
I wish I could've been a part,*
Of those,*
Causing the destruction.
I run around,*
Just wanting to savor,*
the moment of heartbreak.
Feeding on the fear,*
Drinking up the feeling of hatred.
I see glances of despise,*
The survivors are shooting me.
I ignore those and continue my journey,*
Amongst the rubble.
I am enjoying my stroll,*
In the middle of destruction.
This is my favorite way to spend,*
My Sunday's;*
Walking amongst chaos.
(I'm 13, turning 14) Thanks