Mini-Profile
“Is there no way out of the mind?”
I talk to myself because there is no one else to talk to. We don’t tend to agree on much though..
A heart that hurts, a heart that bleeds. The teardrops fall. In unity, in strength. They carry out our soul, one small tear at a time as our eyes burn. A heart that burns but no one sees. Our eyes bleed, but all we see are tears. You can not see my heart cry, but its there in my eyes.
I’m waiting, waiting for that time where we close our eyes for the last time. Talk to me to help pass the time?
We are all untrue, lies even to ourselves
“I can always find someone
To say they sympathize
If I wear my heart out on my sleeve
But I don’t want some pretty face
To tell me pretty lies
All I want is someone to believe “
I just want to be me and be free from my mind. To be me instead of watching the person in my body, even if it means the end of me. A stranger to myself, maybe I am just the caretaker. Looking after this vessel while the owner is away. Thats one long holiday they are having, I hope they are enjoying it because, there is not much of a vessel to come back to.
Where did you grow up?
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What subjects did/do you enjoy the most at school?
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Which religion (if any) do you follow?
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Bleeding eyes, Bleeding-eyes.