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Reposted from djlangley via xvcth

That’s the thing about pain. You live with it, you embrace the rightness of it, until someone finally reaches through the broken glass, and grabs ahold of the real you, the you that had been lost and hurting. Broken and bleeding, they hold on for dear life, refusing to let go.

They join you in your pain.

And as you watch the blood pour down their arm, you realize, the pain is you, you are the pain, you are the master of your own destiny, you built up the shards of glass.

And now, it isn’t just effecting you.

But someone else who isn’t deserving of it.

Which makes you pause and take notice — did I ever deserve the same thing?

Rachel Van Dyken, Empire

But there's a part of me that roams

That belongs to the road and begs me to run

Asking Alexandria, See What's On The Inside 

I've always tried to be

What you needed from me

And along the way forgot who I am

Asking Alexandria, See What's On The Inside

You're not the only one who feels like they're alone

Against all the odds and after all

You've made it this far

Asking Alexandria, You've Made It This Far 

Breathe, close your eyes and breathe

I know, it feels like it's consuming

And you're tired of this feeling

And you try, you tried so damn hard

Sometimes it feels like falling

And you're just waiting for the ground

Asking Alexandria, You've Made It This Far 

Smile, they always tell you to smile

To appreciate the things you have

But it doesn't change what's on your mind

So you smile, but it's only on the outside

So they can't see the pain, it's overwhelming

You're needing your lies

Asking Alexandria, You've Made It This Far

I'm so tired of not knowing who I'm supposed to be

I just want to find my way again

Asking Alexandria, Find Myself 

How do I kill myself

Or the parts that have been created to please?

Asking Alexandria, Find Myself

If I could start over

There's so many things that I'd change

Asking Alexandria, If I Could Erase It 

I'm in a constant state of stress

From the weight that's on my chest

And I don't wanna pretend that I'm okay

I've always been the kind to (Bury shit inside to)

Let it rot and gradually consume me

Let it build into a rage (That I take out in a way)

That makes everyone I love fucking hate me

Asking Alexandria, If I Could Erase It