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lonely_hope · 06-02-2012, 05:58 AM

Standing on the bus stop
Feeling your head pop
Out in the night on the kind of night
Where you want to be out on the street
On the street
Crawling up the walls like a cat in heat
And the air is thin and it blows through your skin
And you feel like something is about to begin
But you don't know what and you don't know when
So you tear at your hair
And you scratch at your skin

You want to run away
Run away
Just get on a f***ing train and leave today
And it doesn't matter where you spend the night
You just might end up somewhere in a fight
In a fight
Or caught in your room on a concrete shelf
Fighting all alone with yourself
With yourself
And you just want to feel like a coin that's been tossed
In a wishing well
A wishing well
A wishing well
A wishing well
A wishing well
Well you're tossed in the air and you fell and you fell
Through the dark blue waters where you cast your spell
Like you were just a wish that would turn out well

So you stand on the corner where the angels sit
And you think to yourself this is it
This is it
This is all that I have
All I can stand
This is the air in my lungs
And this coin in my hands
That you tossed in the air
And I fell
And I fell
All the way to the bottom of the well
Of the well
Like those soft little secrets that you tell
That you tell
When you think to yourself
No one's listening too well

And the walls spin
And you're paper thin
From the haze and the smoke and the mescaline
The threat of your brow
And your unmade sheets
In your ear with the noise from the darkest streets
We ran far and wide
You screamed
You cried
You thought suicide was an alibi
But you were always a mess
You were always aloof
Yeah it's awful I guess
But it's the awful truth
It was the truth from the first to the last words that she read

And she emerged from the dark like a ghost in my head
She said I haven't forgot any words that you said
I just stare at the clocks and I cry in my sleep
And I tear up your letters and I burn them in heaps
And I gather the ashes in the hole in the ground where we fell

06-02-2012, 05:58 AM	#6765
lonely_hope I'm not worth the air I breathe Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: US I am currently:	Standing on the bus stop Feeling your head pop Out in the night on the kind of night Where you want to be out on the street On the street Crawling up the walls like a cat in heat And the air is thin and it blows through your skin And you feel like something is about to begin But you don't know what and you don't know when So you tear at your hair And you scratch at your skin You want to run away Run away Just get on a fing train and leave today* And it doesn't matter where you spend the night You just might end up somewhere in a fight In a fight Or caught in your room on a concrete shelf Fighting all alone with yourself With yourself And you just want to feel like a coin that's been tossed In a wishing well A wishing well A wishing well A wishing well A wishing well Well you're tossed in the air and you fell and you fell Through the dark blue waters where you cast your spell Like you were just a wish that would turn out well So you stand on the corner where the angels sit And you think to yourself this is it This is it This is all that I have All I can stand This is the air in my lungs And this coin in my hands That you tossed in the air And I fell And I fell All the way to the bottom of the well Of the well Like those soft little secrets that you tell That you tell When you think to yourself No one's listening too well And the walls spin And you're paper thin From the haze and the smoke and the mescaline The threat of your brow And your unmade sheets In your ear with the noise from the darkest streets We ran far and wide You screamed You cried You thought suicide was an alibi But you were always a mess You were always aloof Yeah it's awful I guess But it's the awful truth It was the truth from the first to the last words that she read And she emerged from the dark like a ghost in my head She said I haven't forgot any words that you said I just stare at the clocks and I cry in my sleep And I tear up your letters and I burn them in heaps And I gather the ashes in the hole in the ground where we fell
	"God take me, because I hate me" -Underoath We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, and students. We have depression, PTSD, eating disorders, bipolar disorder, or maybe no diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some not. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every race or religion that you can think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks.