Apr 01 2015, 02:14 AM

My Soemos's Bestie: Stitchhhhhhhh - (Sarah Sowerby, 16, Grandview,US)

Jan 27 2015, 07:28 AM

Just take it all, my heart, my mind, my every word from out my lungs. My every breath and every thought, and every word I've ever sung. And though I'm glad to help you out, and get your feet back on the ground. please understand I'm just a man you understand? I'm just a man. And I feel helpless when I stumble, and my anxiety escapes I lose all hope and I'm afraid that once again I've lost my place. I give it all, and when I fall, I get up and give some more. Until there's nothing left of me, just some bones stacked on the floor. But every song's a two way street, I give to you, you give to me. And as long as that remains I will still haul my heavy feet. Because you're all worth every word, and yeah you're all here in my heart. And I know we can sing together to avoid falling apart. I give it all, and when I fall, I get up and give some more. Until there's nothing left of me just some bones stacked on the floor. At the end of everything, this is for you, this is for me. Your fight to overcome defeat has set the skies alight for me. I give it all, and when I fall, I get up and give some more. Until there's nothing left of me just some bones stacked on the floor.

Jan 27 2015, 05:31 AM

Have you heard the myth of men that predict their own death like a score? How could one depict such a prophecy from a world so scarred? To think,they picked the one of one million ways to disappear That's something else Somehow this thought was hanging above my head For weeks,plus days when I wasn't really me Infatuated with a dark,looming end I feared company I hear sirens all night for miles and I'm sure we can't die from nothing. I can't be afraid of subtleties out of my control. It's not saying goodbye that makes me toss and turn, It's the thought that I won't. There's only so much room in our graves, only so much that we can take with us. How deep is the plan to take me under after wronging another? Swinging machines brush my heavy shoulders as they carve into mother. And now a thought is hanging above my head. I will never know. There's an illness about Bodies all give out. I'm not afraid to go, but I fear to leave on a bad note. Our souls are tortured, dreaming morbid dreams 'til they turn on themselves. I got here ok for someone who was headed somewhere else. This must mean something,This all must mean something. I don't need it all mapped out, but I do wish that I knew where not to dwell. I can't be afraid of subtleties out of my control. It's not saying goodbye that makes me toss and turn, It's the thought that I won't. There's only so much room in our graves, only so much that we can take with us.