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Hope u like.. its free verse with bad spelling. sometimes spelling doesn't matter though.

Feels Good

There are times where it feels good to cry, where times seem all wrong and the only release u can feel is the one being made in your bottom eyelid, feeling the water flow down your face is the only satisfaction you can feel at the moment.
You want to take a pillow and smother every sound your aching body can make, you want to hide from the world yet you want the world to be aware you're hiding from it.
Youw ant to throw yourself at a wall, get back up and do it allover again. where the thing that is hurting u is the thing u want to worship. you want to hand this thing everything you own and go cry because you're left with nothing.

This is where you know you've hit rock bottom, theres nowhere else to go.. the only place to go is the spike under you that'll push itself through your body if you slip and make you fade into the darkest shade of black the world has ever seen.

To the world you're the center of it's paint, to yourself your pain is the center of you. Anything can trigger it, the only thing you want to do is fall on your knees and put your face in the floor. in the depest hole possible, you want to give in to every single blow the world throws at you. this is when you give up and realise what you do is useless.. that the world flows against you, and it keeps flowing nomater how strong your will is... but it isn't strong anymore.. at this point you're reduced to a waste of flesh layed face down in a pile of blankets, pillows, tears and spit.
The thoughtless moans and shrieks you let out are the words that best describe the state you're in, to the world those sounds confuse them... and you're never an exception... the only thing you know is that being reduced to making random sounds is the next best thing to feeling dead.
And that feels good.

It matters not whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.