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Everything is so messed up
I’m so confused
I should be crying,
But instead I’m laughing
Laughing…
At death.
Laughing…
At my last breath.
When the world is backwards
I’m so confused
The sky is ground
The north is south
And I find myself swinging
From the cobblestones
And with dirty hands, walking
Gripping with knuckle bones
Why is it, turned all around
I’m so confused
Yes means no
Wrong is right
And I’m enthralled with hurting people
Destroying their souls
And living, but actually dead
And somehow hurt consoles
At this rate I’ll be
Falling down to heaven
Or flying up to hell
To really understand this world of opposition
And upside-downs
When I try to call my friend
Turns out she’s the enemy
And when I think I’m singing
I’m actually really cursing
And all around me
They all just do the same
When normality's are no longer normality's
I’m so confused
When Beauty is ugly
And scars are lovely
Gets pretty hard to disguise the outside
When one day you realize the inside is outside
More to add to the jumble when
You love what you hate and hate what you love
Everything is either upside down or backwards
Confusing…
What goes up never comes down
And what goes wrong never goes better
Everything is so messed up
I’m so confused
I should be laughing
But instead I’m crying
Crying…
Because I’m alive
Crying…
Because I survive.
I’m so confused
I should be crying,
But instead I’m laughing
Laughing…
At death.
Laughing…
At my last breath.
When the world is backwards
I’m so confused
The sky is ground
The north is south
And I find myself swinging
From the cobblestones
And with dirty hands, walking
Gripping with knuckle bones
Why is it, turned all around
I’m so confused
Yes means no
Wrong is right
And I’m enthralled with hurting people
Destroying their souls
And living, but actually dead
And somehow hurt consoles
At this rate I’ll be
Falling down to heaven
Or flying up to hell
To really understand this world of opposition
And upside-downs
When I try to call my friend
Turns out she’s the enemy
And when I think I’m singing
I’m actually really cursing
And all around me
They all just do the same
When normality's are no longer normality's
I’m so confused
When Beauty is ugly
And scars are lovely
Gets pretty hard to disguise the outside
When one day you realize the inside is outside
More to add to the jumble when
You love what you hate and hate what you love
Everything is either upside down or backwards
Confusing…
What goes up never comes down
And what goes wrong never goes better
Everything is so messed up
I’m so confused
I should be laughing
But instead I’m crying
Crying…
Because I’m alive
Crying…
Because I survive.
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Comic Book Hero
We met in the Summer, I was single and free,
So fragile and sweet, he took care of me.
He was so much fun, exciting and new,
It was all so amazing, too good to be true.
Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.
Our romance was deep, like Superman and Miss Lane
Iron Man, Miss Potts, Spidey and Mary Jane.
He impressed me with gifts, and words sublime,
Affirmations of how he would always be mine.
Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his hea
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Undying
Undying:
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put
Literature
Suicidal
Blood flows from our wrists,
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
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This is.. . Wow... and when I read your comment saying that you think your writings are just scribbles YOU ARE WRONG. This is a twisted, deep, and emotional. Keep up the good work