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You are never awoken
you are never fit
You feel pain all through the day
Sometimes only short kicks
Then longer itching strikes
Its like not being you
But not standing next to yourself
Its like
you don't even know whats missing
Because you never thought you could forget
A lie buried so deep deep down
You can never ever think of forgetting
The first doubts you had were small
But as they grew and as they became daily casualty
You never cared about your heart slowly getting ripped apart
And you just have enough
Of everyone and everything
You never wanna wake up
But be careful what you wish for
It might just become reality
You never thought
That a promise this buried
And a soul this cracked
Could even tend to think of pain
Why
Would you ask.
Would it come back to you
Like the tide?
Yes you hide it
And you don't even know it
You are more than sick of it all
You wanna bury everything
Wanna deal with nothing
Wanna have no fear
But thats what you fear the most
And whatever you wanna dream
It raves to nightmares
And all you do is holy
But nothing is for the sake of anything
So why continue?
When you feel so fine and have success
Why would this pain come back at you
And you don't even know its source
Because a buried treasure can be forgotten
And a person who forgot whats in it
Might be afraid of opening it again
So why bother
An unsolveable problem I never cared for
It came back like the tide
Turned into a terrible tempest
And washed all strength away from me
Now I am a hollow shell
This sickness has no cure
But I seek this treasure
Buried in the sand
Not knowing where to start
And who to fight
Or what to fear.
you are never fit
You feel pain all through the day
Sometimes only short kicks
Then longer itching strikes
Its like not being you
But not standing next to yourself
Its like
you don't even know whats missing
Because you never thought you could forget
A lie buried so deep deep down
You can never ever think of forgetting
The first doubts you had were small
But as they grew and as they became daily casualty
You never cared about your heart slowly getting ripped apart
And you just have enough
Of everyone and everything
You never wanna wake up
But be careful what you wish for
It might just become reality
You never thought
That a promise this buried
And a soul this cracked
Could even tend to think of pain
Why
Would you ask.
Would it come back to you
Like the tide?
Yes you hide it
And you don't even know it
You are more than sick of it all
You wanna bury everything
Wanna deal with nothing
Wanna have no fear
But thats what you fear the most
And whatever you wanna dream
It raves to nightmares
And all you do is holy
But nothing is for the sake of anything
So why continue?
When you feel so fine and have success
Why would this pain come back at you
And you don't even know its source
Because a buried treasure can be forgotten
And a person who forgot whats in it
Might be afraid of opening it again
So why bother
An unsolveable problem I never cared for
It came back like the tide
Turned into a terrible tempest
And washed all strength away from me
Now I am a hollow shell
This sickness has no cure
But I seek this treasure
Buried in the sand
Not knowing where to start
And who to fight
Or what to fear.
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There are fears inside of everyone of us, and we may not even know them. When you suffer from a sickness with no cure, there is an obvious fright of never being mend.
You are like a broken clock, not knowing its breakor. Its like... there are million fates to follow, but I followed the wrong one and then you don't know what cause you to this wrongness and calculation errors. Its like a hidden secret to the cure you will never find.
You've even only recognized it to be there at all.
For many years you didn't know what would bother you and why you were so sick. But there you got to find this treasure. Unbury it.
You're worst fears, are the unknown ones. The fears forming your character and who you are.
You wake up everday with the knowledge that you might never get better. But you still hope you will heal this very day.
This happens when you suffer from psychologically made illnesses. I tell you it sucks so fucking much. People treat you like a retard and you can't even cope with it. Because you get stupider everday. Because of a damn illness.
You are like a broken clock, not knowing its breakor. Its like... there are million fates to follow, but I followed the wrong one and then you don't know what cause you to this wrongness and calculation errors. Its like a hidden secret to the cure you will never find.
You've even only recognized it to be there at all.
For many years you didn't know what would bother you and why you were so sick. But there you got to find this treasure. Unbury it.
You're worst fears, are the unknown ones. The fears forming your character and who you are.
You wake up everday with the knowledge that you might never get better. But you still hope you will heal this very day.
This happens when you suffer from psychologically made illnesses. I tell you it sucks so fucking much. People treat you like a retard and you can't even cope with it. Because you get stupider everday. Because of a damn illness.
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Dammit this is pretty much my life's story at this point time, how did you ever manage to hit the nail so perfectly on the head ._.