Fiending_the_freedom
June 17th, 2010, 08:32 PM
So, I haven't been able to write, for about a year.
I think I just lost my teen agnst, it happens.
BUT
I still appreciate the works I have done,
and decided to take the rest of them that have never been published on vt, and a few lines from my favourites, and post them.
so here ya go! please honest feeback.
What do you do,
when you can't tell the difference between whats killing you,
and whats keeping you alive?
Am I acually trying to protect them from myself like I say,
or am i the one who's scared and running away?
Have I changed, or are you blind?
What do you do, when the enemy is your mind?
If i believe the words I'm saying, does it make it a fabrication?
Self destruction is the strongest temptation.
Everything you hate in me, is exactly what I love.
Fighting the urges to destroy all the brain cells in my head,
Was always the hardest, since I want them all dead.
Take my sins, and wipe them clean,
take my memories and remove what I've seen.
Take the scars, and let me forget,
take the shame, take the regret.
I needed someone to stop me, but nobody came.
Regret, you know, can drive a person insane.
Are you fiending the freedom yet?
I think I just lost my teen agnst, it happens.
BUT
I still appreciate the works I have done,
and decided to take the rest of them that have never been published on vt, and a few lines from my favourites, and post them.
so here ya go! please honest feeback.
What do you do,
when you can't tell the difference between whats killing you,
and whats keeping you alive?
Am I acually trying to protect them from myself like I say,
or am i the one who's scared and running away?
Have I changed, or are you blind?
What do you do, when the enemy is your mind?
If i believe the words I'm saying, does it make it a fabrication?
Self destruction is the strongest temptation.
Everything you hate in me, is exactly what I love.
Fighting the urges to destroy all the brain cells in my head,
Was always the hardest, since I want them all dead.
Take my sins, and wipe them clean,
take my memories and remove what I've seen.
Take the scars, and let me forget,
take the shame, take the regret.
I needed someone to stop me, but nobody came.
Regret, you know, can drive a person insane.
Are you fiending the freedom yet?