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Here's To The Bad Times
Here's to the bad times,
Those terrible times that send me tripping, falling, slipping off the edge.
Normalness is a light year away.
It's like an unexpected, poisonous dart, shot through my chest and straight in my heart.
I'm held up and I didn't even know it.
What is reality?
Everything is numb and slow but only according to me.
Everyone is moving quickly and passing me by, talking about all your great times, well where are mine?
My world is still spinning and I'm walking in the opposite direction.
My perception is tainted but this shock wave is cooling down.
TURN BACK AROUND!
Rushing emotions. Darkness is imprisoning me. I cannot live and I cannot die.
Trapped in myself.
My body is my holding cell.
Taken my sight, my speech, my arms, my legs, my soul.
I've been left with life in hell.
I've been cheated out of life and I have no more tricks.
These emotions: undefinable.
Laughter: a game which only others play.
Stuck in myself, getting by day-to-day. The days seem slow yet they end so quick.
My twitching arms and bloodshot eyes. My dreams are colored in black and white.
I HATE TRYING TO FIGURE THIS OUT? WHO SHOT THAT POISONOUS DART?
Let's hear it to the bad times.
Soon enough, my feelings will turn into perception of long memories, distant and faded, yet so clear in my mind.
This is what happened.
No more sleepless nights and bloodshot eyes.
The good times have finally included me.
I've waited, and wished, and wanted this so bad.
My tingling limbs and blood rushing to my mind.
What a rewarding feeling.
I never thought normal could feel so right.