Finding purpose in a world that has lost it.

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My rainbow aesthetics! (Orignal)

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You're lungs hold flowers and fire. Beauty constricted by embers, And overwhelming desires. (Orignal)

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There's an infestion in my minds imagination. -HDS I wanna be known by you. -Goner (First and last lyrics from the Blurryface album.) (Original.)

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WHAT DID I JUST WATCH IM DEAD 😂💀

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I don’t know why I want more

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I can't. What????

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"Does it bother anyone else that someone else has your name...?" (Original)

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"As we travel through snow, together we go..." (Original)

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"I knew my skin that wrapped my frame, wasn't made to play this game..." (Original)

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"Rain down...and destroy me..." (Original)

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"It's hard to tell the difference between blood and water these days..." (Original)

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(Something I’m working on. It needs to be fixed I know.)

Your voice is an out of tune piano. You make ballads out of silence, no movement in your lips.

Old songs play on repeat, teeth hovering over the keys afraid to slip up. Afraid to learn a new song. Afraid to write one of their own.

Your voice is an out of tune piano. People play you and throw you away, only making you want to learn another song. To make yourself heard.

You make ballads out of silence. No movement in your keys. Until you strike one note, a different melody than before. People turn to you, cloaking your sound with an orchestra of others.

You’re an out of tune piano. Changing the melody on your tongue, not caring if your teeth slip up. Only wanting to be heard. You bang harder and harder on the breaking keys.

Everything is silent. The music stops playing. The keys to battered to play anymore. You weren’t allowed to be heard….

I am an out of tune piano. And I vow that I will become the orchestra that drowned you out. I vow that I will play your melody on my keys until it is finally heard.

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“We’re going to fast, fast save us. We’re going to fast, fast save us. We’re going to fast, fast save us now….”

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“I will fear the night again….” ~Truce TØP

(Original.)

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“I can feel my death. I can feel your breath. I want to know you, I want see, I want to say…..Hello…”

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They won’t bat an eye when we say we want to paint roses on our skin. They only care when they actually begin to bloom.

(Picture and words my own)

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Sometimes. (Original)

Sometimes I wonder if living is worth it.  If working is worth the effort when you know you're going to fail.  If breathing is a gift or a curse.  I've always been told it's a blessing to see the sun when you wake, But is it when you get no sleep at all? Sometimes I wonder if I should put food into this empty well. If I'll be okay without eating for a day... Or a week. If not sleeping will affect my choices and moods.  If thinking about killing myself will be to loud, So loud that my mother will hear it.  Sometimes I wonder what would happen if  didn't speak. If I didn't let the water fall through hydrated lips.  Would my lips dry out like the desert they will someday become, Or will they go unchanged because people only hear and see what they want? Sometimes I wonder why I try to make everyone happy.  Dodging left and right to sweep up pieces that have shattered From people who think they don't matter, But do in my eyes... Sometimes I think about who my real friends are... If I have any to begin with... Because words are so different now, And I've been used by them, Abused by them.  Hurt by words I didn't even know the meaning of... Because how is a seven year old supposed to know  That 'bitch' is supposed to hurt you.  That 'deformed' is not supposed to be taking as a compliment.  That all the words that came from the older kids Were supposed to beat me down until I was nothing, Until I became what the words were... I became so dependent on how others saw me.  I refused to wear shorts because I got called fat.  I can't look in the mirror without being disgusted because I've been called ugly. I wish I had money for lip injections because of the many comments, and jokes my small mouth as been the punchline of.  Well this small mouth has a huge voice! My "Beak" will not define my second grade self. My nonexistent lips will shout until they are found.  Sometimes I wonder is living worth it... Is waking to see the sun and not black and white an accomplishment. Is having a loving family a blessing. Does this body I was given deserve sleep and food.  Should I continue to live.... And the answer...  Is yes. 

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To find purpose, you must center yourself. Look around you. Look at the world. Find something there that seems empty or out of place. Fill it or change it with your art, your words, your songs, your music, yourSELF. Purpose is finding yourself in something you love. Finding yourself in a world that is lost amongst itself. We all have purpose. YOU have purpose. Stay Alive to find it. -(Original. Picture by me) Inspired by: "The beginning of purpose is found in creating something that only you understand." -Tyler Joseph.

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Original words.

I let her scent and eyes destroy my favorite songs. I let her skin ruin my hands. I let her voice seep into my head, And mess with my heart.

I can’t listen to my music without thinking of her. She was everything to me. Everything….

Now my music will never sound the same. It will always be out of tune.

My hands will never feel the same. They’ll always be empty.

My heart will never beat the same way again. It will skip and try to avoid all memories of her.

Her. Everything. Mine.

Just gone.