My own, DARK HALF HOUR of the soul,
I'm losing control. It's taking me whole.
My own, DARK HALF HOUR of the soul,
Clouding my mind. Making me blind.
My own, DARK HALF HOUR of the soul,
Tightening its grip. Making me trip.
My own, DARK HALF HOUR of the soul.
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Twenty five year old male from Sudbury, Suffolk, England. I write poetry, quotes, songs and the rare story. Thanks to all who follow, like or re-post xxx
Most of the time. I am never happy. You can't see this in me. I smile a lot. When im not even happy. I smile because im crazy. I smile because im insane. I smile because im in pain.
You say, That he's Slowly drifting away, But really, I am; You see, He disappears Fading away, But really, I am; You sense, That he's Withdrawn, But really, I am; You say You sense He's...
When darkness falls And I'm left alone The voice taunts and haunts Chills me to the bone. It knows all my secrets All my fears and my guilt Wraps it's poison around me Like a soiled, rotten quilt.
I'm stuck Between a Rock And a Hard place With no Headspace, Up is down, Down is up, My mind Is leaking Thoughts Like a Cracked cup, I'm an Unmade bed, There's an Empty space In my head Where...
I’m pouring out my thoughts. Taking pen to the paper. Got that feeling inside of me. My emotions in danger. Mind is all clattered. A world of its own. Myriads of planets. Yet they float, each alone.
How come I can't tell people I cry ?. And that I feel really sad sometimes ?. Why can't it be ok if I don't know why ?.
Somedays it takes all my strength just to feel alive,. If I was pulled any thinner, I don't think I'd survive,. I am just the empty hollow in between your dreams,.
Does it sadden you to know that you are nothing more than layers of flesh hiding bone. That when the sun goes down you'll be nothing but alone. It does for me.
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