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Author: Black Apples Sad thoughts, only shared with one girl, and, of course, my diary.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 345 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3082247
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I wanna chop off my head when the feelings come back
I wanna gouge out my eyes when I look through the crack
My diary from long ago has thoughts that always return
Maybe if I ignored the past I'd let the full pages burn
Maybe the others were right and I'm not really a lost cause
If my problems are what really makes me me, not just flaws
I've thought a long time about what I really wanted
But my mind doesn't care because it was always haunted
Happiness comes from the inside
But the boy who used to want it always seems to hide
The new man only wants the sad old parts
Even if it breaks everyone else's hearts
We loved each other since day one, seven months ago
But when I tried to open up my feelings just wouldn't show
So I handed her the diary from back in the day
With recent entries about the thoughts that came back out to play
She said she doesn't know me like she thought and I'm not the same
I said I guess I don't love her since now it's only a game
She did what everyone else did, and walked away for good
And I can't blame her; if I were in her shoes, I would
Happiness comes from the inside
But the boy who used to want it always seems to hide
The new man only wants the sad old parts
Even if it breaks everyone else's hearts
I sat down depressed, I thought "this is how it goes"
And I hit a new low, and a new feeling arose
Don't let it keep going on, don't let the cycle repeat
I thought I should end it all, I thought my life was complete
Death sounded just fine, death sounded like the best path
But I wanted something else, I wanted an aftermath
I wrote an entry in my diary, I got the feelings off my chest
I loaded my gun, I kissed the book, and then I laid to rest.
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