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One year ago n I still feel the same

See the-.. the communication is nice but, I don't really like getting any hurt.

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I desire black roses stained with my blood on its leaf.

I would do anything to just feel something

Think of me when it rains.

Don't expect me to act normal when this is my point of view

I miss how it felt wrapping my lips around a cigarette that consoles my whole existence.

I hate how quiet I am

When u can't sleep so u jus gotta hit this move.

The truth is, I’m a depressed boy wandering through a world where it’s always raining, the kind of rain that settles into your bones and makes the whole street feel blue. And all I want, all my heart aches for, is to rest my heavy sadness on my "mother’s" lap, to melt into that quiet warmth the way lost children do when the storm has gone on too long. I'm not talking about my literal mom, it's just a feeling I crave. I wish I could trade drowning in my sorrow for the safety of her hands caressing my hair, for that soft, glowing room, dim, cold at the edges.. Where her presence feels like the only light left. Where the world outside keeps raining, but in her arms, for a moment, I could finally breathe.

Maybe I'm just invisible?

I can fight 100 people that wants her but I can't fight the one she wants