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He had his head Stuck in the clouds. His view hindered; An empty white crowd. Up here is better, Than the chaos below. The noise unbearable, A quiet haven bestowed. And he floats, Swimming in clouds.
Kindness is a weakness so they say But which side does the weakness fall. Upon my journey I have been scared and scarred, beaten, tortured, cut and humiliated, broken spat on and left for dead.
There lives little creatures called darklings, They thrive out of the light, They fester in the darkness, But come crawling out at night, When the sun won't shine through windows, World a balanced...
I never liked the spot light. I didn't seek it nor crave for it. I only wanted to be left alone. I only wanted to be at peace. Yet, things happened. The lights pushed through. It spilled some on me.
A tiny little sliver, A crack is all it took, A tiny break along my heart, It lengthens with each look.
There's a million micro drummers Playing rhythms in my head They've been there since I woke And they're staining my mood red Pills for paradiddles Make me feel like trash Every little movement's...
Oh to watch the sunrise. With eyes not teary blurred. To think about what just might be. And not what has occurred. Oh to hear the birds chirp. Their beautiful morning songs.
My tears roll as rough as the ocean waves down my face. It's only so much I can take. The emptiness and loneliness hurts, and the people laughing at you. The voices inside my head.
Don't get me wrong I love who I am I don't wanna be ungrateful It probably sounds strange I really love the role I play The songs I sing But with all the fame The things that seem so simple But...
A carousel of. emotions are spinning. inside my head. Eyes, the portal of. my soul have long since. been dead. A puppeteer takes. control of the strings. of my heart. Whilst the ghost.
I woke up this morning. With a smile on my face. A resolve to agree. Or disagree with grace. Now my cheeks ache. From feigning delight. How I wish to be. Be myself tonight. The day passed by quickly.
In my face again, why don't you give it a rest, go put someone else's nerves to the test.
Depression known but never shown, Concealed from the face of truth, Cloaked in lies and severed ties, Obscured by the guise of youth.
Fresh; This day. Unusual; The breeze Feels sweet, Allowing Me to Breathe, Deeply. Dew drops; Slipping Away. Making Allowance For the Softness Of the Sun To shine Upon me; Carefree.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, November 17, 2012. Not to sound redundant through the title, but fear is inevitable. Fear is always present, especially when making things.
Don't tell me I'm beautiful. It makes me hurt worse. I despise your kind words-. Sorry to be terse. When you tell me I'm worth it. I just want to collapse. Because I can't listen.
How can you not know That I'm here for you. After all we've been through, I'm still a mess, I'm not heaven sent But I'm your angel, Nonetheless.
Sudden realisation. Ill always be alone. People say. No your not. Im right here. Ill be near. You will never know. Suddenly its real. You can never see. What I think or feel. And I will never know.
Mentally drained, emotionally contained. Sickness riddles my mind, Thought the mental grind. Voices condescending in tone, the feeling of darkness when alone.
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This lump in my throat. The weight on my shoulders. Make the fear in my heart. So much harder to bear. Please don't forget. Just turn and you'll see. My face. So remember me. Remember me.
All I can do is cry. With nothing to console. Nothing else to say. Just letting tears fall. The memories are painful. And I wish to vanish them. But nothing happens. It's just me hoping.
Can you feel her. Can you see her dreams. She is wrapped up in a torrent of emotion. Her world ripping at the seems. Can you hear her. Can you read her mind.