May 11, 2010
~Gotta love depression.
Welcome to the special town
Where the population is 0.
They killed themselves.
A desperate means of escape it was
A means to escape their fails
All they have to show for it now
Is the worn down town
And the broken hearts of the ghosts
So numerous in the hazy midnight sun
They touch everything
But their lives gone
They touch nothing
I have become nothing to too many
This ghost is in a human form yet
But soon, the fails will add up
This bird will fall from the sky
That boat will sink to the seafloor
I will become nothing yet again
And in it, I will return to the special town
Where the population is 0
Because, like I, they are dead inside
And ghosts on the outside.
We are the broken, the trampled upon
We are the dying and the dead,
Forgotten and filled with mistakes
Human, maybe, but screwed up, for sure
Always something for sure...
Always something waiting to be ******** up
Always the mistake that kills.
And forever in the special town
Where everyone is dead, gone, forgotten
Where the mistake is breathing
Where I fit in...
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