Anxiety
It was 2am and I was walking in the underground When this all happened to me. I don’t remember how I crossed the street Or how I woke up from this dream. I was in front of the black door. I was standing and staring at nothing. Suddenly I felt like, that this already has happened before But it was just my anxiety. I was in silence drinking and smoking Thinking about how to end this war Those thoughts are on my neck trying to choke me But all I want is to figure out how to be loved. They don’t understand what’s going on with me Crowd! I am like the rest standing here. I just have more demons inside me Please don’t be afraid to stand near. But guys, with whom I was playing, Does not care why I am ashamed. All they want is to see me in their bed Naked and ready to be tamed. Lots of boys are begging to get my attention There is why they are ready to hear my fake stories. I let them to come closer to me but, Then I’m breaking their hearts, without saying sorry. I am amateur as my ex-lover says. But I am very professional in bad decisions. I am amateur in love and sex. But cool at tragical reactions. Maybe this all is happening because I am selfish And I think about me and that’s what I do. I often hear from you that I am careless. And there is why I can’t get along with you. I often say that I hate you. But I never loved someone, like this before. You think that I don’t respect you I promise you won’t feel this hate from me anymore. I really want to be centre of this world I want them to lie around my knees. I want to be compared with that gold That is wearing the kingdom queen. If something is not as I want, I am starting to cry But it’s not manipulation, those tears are very real. I often think about my mission in this life. How do you think? Can my life someday be an ideal?
2018-02-22 12:09:18
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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