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The Downfall of the Paper Dolls

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Corrugating my own world to escape reality,
I feel no pain as I enter,
And I never want to leave.
I am numb with happiness;
These dreams must never leave

Florid rainbows bloom in my mind;
It's a never-ending cycle.
It feels so right,
There is no way it can be wrong.

As I am filled with joy,
The renegades take over like venom.
They crush my every dream,
Bruising my soul.

Pulsating against my nerves
As they mirthlessly laugh.
My every thought has been clouded.

Cunningly I cover the pain,
I pretend my heart has not been cut in two.
They will never find out,
For what they have done to me,
I will never forgive.

I let them think it's preposterous,
Never letting them know what I feel,
I always let them assume.
They have routed me,
Far away from my own world.

I will never have the resplendent dream back,
For they have taken it all away;
There is nothing left


Lost without hope
Darkness all around me
I can't speak
Only tears come to me
I push them back with all of my might
They are wanting to spill,
Wanting to break down,
Wanting to spill my guts

I wait for that one to comfort me
Tell me it is all going to be okay.
I want this weight to be shared
Between the both of us.
But you are not around.
You never seem to be around,
Of course, when you're needed the most.
This hurt and these large emotions
Are yet again piled upon me.
Please help me.
I need the strength to be strong.
I can't seem to do this on my own.
Give me someone else, besides
my brick wall.

 

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