it's amazing. everyone is insecure about themselves. everyone knows everyone else is insecure of themselves. everyone knows all it takes is for someone to step out and tell the world how they truly feel and everyone will follow, and yet. no one does it. and it's sad to say i'm one of them.
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and as emotions run high,
i'm still stuck here wondering why
the pain goes on

and as i walk on all alone
i start to think about you and i
the pain goes on

and as i start to look back on what i've done, i'll notice that everything seems so fake, so non-existent. and everything i try to do or i want to do, it has to go through my brain a million times. i wish i could tell you how i feel right now, honestly. i wish everyone could tell every other ones how they feel right now, but i guess that's how life is isnt it. the throbbing in my head gets worst and worst everyday, my frown gets lower, my worry pulls more of my soul out of me. it consumes from within. look, i know you're probably reading this rolling your eyes now but i want to be me. take me as you find me. i don't want to be what you like, i don't want to be the person in everyone's hearts. i just want to be me, the rest will settle itself. my teardrops hit the table, one at a time. i'm not crying, i'm just tearing. i'm thinking back on what life is, what it could be, what it's going to be. i'm just so sorry to everyone for everything.