A Haunting Past
I knew a child. Who was mild. Every night. She was a horrible sight. She would crawl to her bed. and fall limp like the dead. She would lay down and weep. and stay half asleep.
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I knew a child. Who was mild. Every night. She was a horrible sight. She would crawl to her bed. and fall limp like the dead. She would lay down and weep. and stay half asleep.
A receptacle. of lost and. broken dreams. A heart broken. all it can do. now is bleed. A mind left with. nothing but a. legacy of screams. A body betrayed,. not knowing. it's own needs.
I could lay here and pretend I'm sane. Cry out the lies I've given just like I have been everyday.
Tainted from birth, the evil often flows, Is there any good inside, or only hatred that grows.
I'm limp and quiet. Every thing you don't want me to be. But I'm who I wanna be. You want me to be active and giddy. Just because you don't like who I am. I'm me. I have life. And jokes.
I tried so hard to keep it inside. I tried so hard so that it won't affect me. But now that I try to forgot all my tries. I find it harder to forgot what you gave me.
There's only so far I'm willing to go. Only so much weight I'm willing to throw. So much space for me left to grow. So much time spent not high, but low. There's only so long I'm willing to wait.
My heart is dark, Like coals are black. It's a deadweight living, Everything I lack. My heart is dusty, Pained from lack of use. Its strings are rotten, Squeaky and loose.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Do you have the guts, the gall. Can you break before you fall, And show the truth, obey my call. Can you see out, beyond my skin. Portray what really lies within.
A mess A ball of stress I must confess...
In dark places You hide Twisting my memories, Turning my mind I doubt I fear I loathe I want to scream Why do you haunt me so, In all of those dreams.
Take a look and see the scowl. I mean the frown behind the smile. The angry flash behind the eyes. They only see the outer charm. never seen the inner man. I am the calm before the storm.
I'm not quite sure what else to say, To make it last another day. So scared to stay or be alone, All I hear's an empty drone. Perhaps one day they'll be some man, Who'll like me like no other can.
They're looking my way, What have I done. Am I in trouble.
Breathing is something many people take for granted. But there are people who realize that the 'catch in your breath' and the word 'breathless' are all very real statements.
Life flashes by,. Picture after picture,. My whole life,. Looking so much richer,. So many things were lost,. Hiding in between,. Now I can see the cost,. My life was like a dream,.
I follow grey clouds. With my lank lonely stride. Hoping the rain. And my tears will collide. Wearing raindrops. As my mask from the world. My pain will stay hidden. And won't be unfurled.
I want to let my true colours shine, But I don't know how to. Where do I start, Let's just say I'm new. I hide behind my hair, Every single day of the year. I want to have confidence, Is there a cure.
Sail. This is how I show my love. I made in my mind because. I blame it on my ADD, baby. This is how an angel dies. I blame it on my own sick pride. Blame it on my ADD, baby. Sail. Sail. Sail. Sail.
Close your eyes pretty child Descend into the dark abyss The demons and monsters have surrendered Let your fears your strength caress They're waving a white flag Take control of the witch and...
My life was my nightmare. My nightmares my dream. Whilst awake I was dying. Only alive when asleep. I would long for the demons. That exist in the dark. Much easier to deal with.
Think you know me Try again its a facade you see. Think you see something in me Something special maybe. Think you can relate to me Think again baby.
A boy who has dreams. In a mans weary body. With arms with no reach. And weak trembling knees. I had wants I had needs. Which were ripped at the seems. Now there's pain when i breath.
Sometimes When the world Is quiet enough I can hear my Own visions Buzzing around The room like Lost honey bees Searching for Flowers in an Ocean of grey Pessimism and Blackened walls That...