If it seems hopeless
If you are lost
If everything seems so far away from you
Don't let go
Keep moving forward
Let your friends stand beside you
And help defeat the evil that stands in ur way
But in this situation
There is always a choice
Give up
Or move on
Because if you think you can do it
Or you think you can
Either way,
You are right
What is your choice?
Will you stand or fall?
The decision is yours
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I live in your shaddow.
All my dreams are already accomplished by you.
You don't notice me.
You don't even know i exist, yet i have been beside you all along.
The light shines on you as i sit in a dark corner.
So i try to move on, and think of something to prove myself.
Because i will never give up to show that i do exist.
I may live in your shaddow, but your soul and heart pales in comparison
To mine!
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Terrible things I've done. Unforgiving, even to myself. I sit, clenching a knife in my hand so tightly. Tears force themselves out of my bloodshot eyes, but I'm not sad. Suddenly, all my friends and family appear in my room like ghosts, each looking at me with grim faces, and nothing to say. They turn their backs and walk away. I yell out to them to help me, but they can't hear me. Maybe this isn't real. I cut my hand with the knife. The sharp pain slivers throughout my body. The blood dribbles down my arm. Now I'm by myself, no one to help me. I raise the knife to my neck.
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I can't believe what I have done.
I was not thinking of anyone but myself.
Now, my friends and family are layed out infront of me.
They turn.
They begin to walk away.
I can not live without them.
I need help, or I will never forgive myself.
I yell out to them, but they ignore me.
I Scream out to them, to show...
To show how desperate I need them.
They continue their chosen path.
Now I sit, all alone.
No one wants me.
Tears rush down my face like a river.
Too late for heaven.
No chance of a happy ending.
This life was sold to the devil.
Swallowed by darkness
Letting it devour every last bit of my soul
Creating a new me
I am lost in my own mind
I see my actions that I do not control
Still I sit in darkness
A prisoner of my own self
Never sleeping and never forgiving
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Life
The Devil’s favorite game
To watch us squirm with our troubles
To just watch romance and defeatedness
We feel the hurt and he feels joy
We feel sad and he is ecstatic
But if we feel good, then he makes a move
A no win situation
So life…
What is it?
To us, it is everything
But it is also
The Devil’s Game