Broken Thoughts

I stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives all in my head
Don't tell me that you care
There really isn't anything, is there?
You would know, wouldn't you?
You extend your hand to those who suffer
To those who know what it really feels like
To those who've had a taste
And oh so sick I am
And maybe I don't have a choice
And maybe that is all I have
And maybe this is a cry for help...
(I do not want this ~NIN)


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*lucias-stock - =Mehrunnisa-stock - ~clody- ~midnightstouch