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Let the tears fall, And watch them as they drip, Let it all go, And slowly start to slip. Lose your control, And give up all your hope. Release your hold, And let go of the rope.
She balled her fists Filing them with Cotten sheets Another sleepless night And death she'd have to greet.
My mind is caving in. I can feel it begin. Crumbling edges. Outside looking in. Foundations shaking. Fragility breaking. Cracks appearing. Despair i am fearing. Losing my grip. Losing my way.
Life to end Sometimes I want to curl up in a ball, And not hear everyone's calls. I want to be in a world with just me. Only for a minute- cant you leave me be.
Is everyone like this. Does everyone have talks with themself. Not just silly chatter, but real, meaningful talks in which part of you is argueing with the other.
46 years old Crying up a storm You don't want to go to work Your boss is horrible Your 10 year old daughter Pats you on the back "Go to work Mom.
There's no escape for me So many problems with no way to mend Trapped inside these four walls Just waiting for life to end No one to turn to, Absolutely nowhere to run I wish I could turn back the...
Sometimes I feel so very small,. Tears fall, I don't know why,. The ground just wants to eat me whole,. The earth wants me to cry,. I feel like I'm not needed,. In this universal plan,.
Forever Broken Beyond Repair, Hopes And Dreams Shattered By This Despair. Trapped In A Black Hole, A Downwards Spiral, I've Felt Useless Since My Depressions Arrival.
Swallow me up with sadness. A hard metal blade. To my drowning thoughts of madness. It's my time to go; I'll be brave. Not sure what to think. Of my sanity that you took.
The stone cold pavement against my cheek Depression is the reason i feel so weak. Sleeping rough,Means no food to eat Not even a drink on this cold crowded street.
Thoughts and dreams pouring down the drain. Ambitions that never will be. Life takes another wrong turn. It always gets the better of me. Pull the plug on all my cherished hopes.
Drowning in a swamp of pity. There's no one left to save me. A shadow of my former self. Too fragile to be back on the shelf. Downing whiskey along with pills. Seeking love in a market of thrills.
Cry myself to sleep, Watch my eyes colors bleed. A shot in the dark. Spark & shock, restarting my heart. Down a slippery path of arrogance. Whispers of a different muse.
Another year, Another year, Don't even celebrate. Another year, Another year, Left in this sorry state. Another year, Another year, I know you wish me dead.
#household Rather than a mirror, she preferred to see her reflection in a window pane. Ghostly and ephemeral, seen but never touched, to appear but not remain.
I walk. I eat. I sleep. I touch. I see. I smell. I hurt. I ache. I long. I am all but I am not. I do things for necessity. I breath for the sake of breathing. I work to have a job.
why doesn't anything work out. why is everything a. failure. trial. fail. try. try again. fail again. never ending circle. circle of life. circle carved. carved in my wrist. has no beginning or end.
Look at me, so lost, alone Lying here all on my own Sitting here without a friend Counting minutes to the end Searching for a doorway out Picking over my self doubt Woe is me, so lost, alone Woe is...
My tears keep falling even in my sleep. I try to make it stop but in my sorrow they keep falling so deep. My tears keep falling because I dwell in the past. I honestly thought this pain will not last.
Everyday is like Walking with Missing limbs, Eating with No sense of taste, Looking through Misted lenses, Colours faded, A rainbow Of grey. All the people Are faceless.
A knife to flesh To cut the skin Realising blood And tension within. A fist to stone To break the bones Covering up All the pain within.
Death... Take one deep breath... Lost and confused not wanting to be found. You keep bringing me down. Everything is in slow motion. I slowly drink the potion. I feel sick. I want my death to be...
#augustwriteaday That picture haunts me mommy The knife, your arm, the blood, Although you quickly shut the door And said you never could.