Time stops, yet the sun goes on. Nothing changes, but you suffer all the same...
You know nothing of me and if you "saw" me, you would scream.
Stop hurting me with your words.
Stop hurting me with your fists.
At least when dad hits me; he knows that I exist.
I don't lie but I never tell the truth.
In the lives of children, pumpkins can turn into coaches, mice and rats into human beings. When we grow up, we learn that it's far more common for human beings to turn into rats.
Here I sit, stare nothingness through my tears, seeing nothing but a pain,
feeling how life just fall through my fingers, like ashes, without meaning,
tears burning my soul, cutting my eyes, filling me with the numbness...
Here I live when others are hurt, and it hurts me, hurt because of the life,
why I am lucky one, Why I manage to get through that pain, through the sorrow,
all it hurts me, life is so unfair, hurting just like random, hurting innocent...
Here I wonder what have granted me this special favour, power over the pain,
favour to avoid most pain, favour to be as I am, be as so strong as I am,
it hurts me because of the weak, it hurts but I'll survive because I am strong...
These dead stars are my audience in my concert of pain and sadness. I went to God just to see and I was looking at me Saw heaven and where hell lies When I'm God everyone dies. I'm not afraid of the darkness...I'm apart of it
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