You were privileged and accepted While everyone’s back turned against me You had warmth and support While i became cold and disdainful. You don’t get to dictate my life just because i don’t fit into your perfect one. The screwup never asked to be your burden so shake off all pretense from your shoulders.
These meaningless thoughts won’t stop running through my head, keeping my eyelids peeled back from the force of insomnia.
One day I’m spinning in ecstasy And the next, I’m drowning in self-induced criticism and pressure. Is there no end to this vicious cycle? Copyright © 2019 Meepingblog
I dreamt there was a mirror And it reflected everything that was reality. Except for one thing. My face wasn’t reflected. — meepingblog
The heart is a dangerous thing. Injure it.. And you create a monster.
What if I wake up… And it isn’t a dream?… And I’m drenched in red… and my hands stained black?.. .. And what if I can’t bring myself to care?.. Am I a Monster?.. Are We all Monsters? — Meepingblog