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Maybe we
Why dont we
Sit right here for half an hour
We'll speak of what a waste I am

And how we messed up it again

I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place
To preach the cup of this constant state that we live in
And I try, I try

How can you try
To place us all
To fit the shape of
Until we break
Falling down, Yeah
You to move on, move on!
You must do what they show you
At this rate we cant give up
I'm thinking back on the things I've said
We're thinking back on the things I've said
My seconds just stand still
Hear me through then I sware I'll go

We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
Back home
Alone, Back home

You're almost gone and I'm okay
I still see your sorrow
To give you time to be afraid
Put over your face again
I remember your presence

I'll hope to god you come down
I'll hope to god you feel this now
I'll hope to god you come down
I'll hope to...

I know there must be some way out of here
And all of them will be waiting there

Read please...

Yeah I know this is differen't then most of my so called "cutesy" art...but this style really expresses me, like what I'm really feeling inside. I wouldn't call it vent art cause it's not, I'm expressing who I am. Yeah the person none of you think exists because most of you think I'm just the nicest little thing on the planet. I guess you're right there, I give all and get none so all those years of beating me up inside has created this. This masterpiece describes how I'm feeling pretty well, how I've felt since fucking 6th grade. Ever since I got emitted into the asylum in 7th grade it's been worse, yes worse not better...why do you think they put me back in the asylum last year? Part of me thinks I just keep getting worse, I'm constantly shaking and my body is fucked up because of all the shit and pills they force me to take. and it does nothing, so I flush them. I can't tell my parents cause I'll burden them, and I can't tell my friends because then they wont be happy, or they'll be afraid of me like one of my older friends. So instead I suffer silently.

So I hope you enjoy. No sympathetic comments please, it'll make me feel worse.

Vampire and art (c) =CelestialWolfen

Media: prisma markers, prisma pencils, sharpie fine tip marker, ball point pen, copic pen, bandaid.

Lyrics: UnderOath-Writing on the Walls