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My dad says she's beautiful and runs his thumb gently over her forehead. I look down at a pale face, a pair of blue eyes, a nose.. I can't see what he sees. I see nothing of myself in her.
As I stand here. Alone and confused. My minds being battered. It's being abused. These thoughts I am having. Are totally bad. They're poisoning my head. They're driving me mad. Three little voices.
Raw it comes leaving a few to stand tall. Darkness and glory become one, thinking of none least of all the bright sun. You let anger and rage take over, mind rolling like a huge ugly bolder.
Seal it. Stick a pin in, Freeze the tears for a rainy day. Post-it notes and worn fridge magnets, Hold your memories, boxed up fragments, Of reality's fights and foreplay.
A shot is a shot, it doesn't matter from who's gun it came. I can't breathe when I think about it, I can't breathe. A leaded weight ties itself to my lungs and I just can't breathe.
Here she come. The woman of my dreams. Of my nightmares. She looks at me. With my heart in her hand. Her painted nails of blood red. Cutting in to my beating soul. A smile of the devil him self.
How can u love me. I'm a monster. I just hurt. play games. Make life bad for every 1. I'm good at all the sinful things. I make you forget the good things you have in your life.
You are worthless Admit it girl. I am worthless (I wish I had purpose) Only I can understand you. Say it girl. Only you can understand me. (I want to be understood) You are nothing without me.
Walls are closing in. Time is running out. My mind is like a puzzle. To impossible to work out. Feelings now mean nothing. Emotions can't be shown. No matter what someone says.
Walls surround me, Too much white. Padded cage, Much too bright. Doctors rush in, Give me a shot. Whether it helps, I know not. Crash at the sides, Easily deflected. No one helps, I feel neglected.
My demon came to visit today I didn't think she'd be here long but looks like shes going to stay She un packed her bag with the usual items, sorrow, regret, helplessness, guilt But she brought...
I see you Walking, But to no one Talking, You're all by yourself in the street. Just lonely And tormented, Mad and Demented, Why do you torture yourself and not eat.
#household challenge 7 years ago it began I became one of the damned I had a car crash I survived the smash Left haunted by fears I cried many tears 6 years ago I lost my dog, Bo She was a faithful...
Prod me, poke me, Torment me if you dare. But push things too far And you move within my lair. For though I may be patient, And take things on the chin, It would seem I have a dark side...
You sit upon a broken chair, Don't you move, you wouldn't dare. They tell you exactly what to do, Never know what they'll say to you.
#household She walks around wearing a mask, unfortunately the mask is glass, she thinks that those around can't see, her anger or her misery.
I fell to my knees. Bowed my head. Offered up my wrists. Closed my eyes to the red. I'm not even finished or done yet. But too many mornings are in regret. Familiar faces around me last night.
All she wants to do Is curl up in a ball, Hide away from the world, Where no one knows to call. She cannot wait to Hide, from Cold's bitter bite, but it seems so damn weak, To just give up her fight.
The blade was inches away from my source of life If it went right in what would've happened- The thought still tears at my mind But self resentment reaffirms all of my earlier crimes And the effects...
The rain spatters the window of classroom, making a gloomy day gloomier still.
My soul is now a battleground A thousand armies bugles sound I wonder just who will succeed Will the light or darkness bleed.
A Silent rage In a Violent cage Feelings seeping For an age A Silent rage In a defiant stage Feelings creeping Fills the page A silent rage Has been engaged Feel it seeping .
All I feel is restricted, bound, uncertain why. Preying to which ever deity may help me from this antagonising circumstance.
"That's nice." I stared at the tiny scratch I'd made on my left wrist. "Again," the voice of my depressed side urged. "Again." Scratch. "Again." Scratch. "Paul," I typed. "I'm not cutting.