RegretIts eating you up you can’t escape itRegret
He’s something that you want to omit
The lies he’s telling you the feelings he caused
Makes you to and think in a dramatic pause Did I really screw up, was that the right thing to do
Thinking of answers and no coming up with a clue
The pain he shoved on to you
And the thoughts that pursued
He chased you down and cornered you in an empty hallway
And constantly teases you day by day
What to do with feeling that brings remorse and sorrow
Hopefully this will all be gone tomorrow…
Why??....Why do I torture myself with such things?Why??....
Making believe nothing happen when it did
Acting like everything is ok when its not Asking myself stupid questions
I feel like im betraying myself
And everything I say are lies It bothers me so much
I don’t get it…. Why?
NightmareDreams of death and murder fill my headNightmare
All with a horrible ending
Starts with all calm and nothing to fear
Till then horrifying things appear
Scared to death with no where to go
Seeing blood everywhere from the family I used to know
Worried crying and sobbing in my bed
Not knowing the things which lie ahead
Then all of a sudden he comes with a great BOO! Lying in fear and scared of what he may do
Approaching me slowly with knife in hand
Knowing I was gonna die was a truth I couldn’t stand
Sadly he succeeded his mission
Since I had given up to his submis
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Content
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What're you lookin' at, punk?
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"Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies."
--Stephen King, Shawshank Redemption
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Stop poking me ....
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Stop poking me ....
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... yes, and I sin every single day.
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Stop poking me ....
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Stop poking me ....
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