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Have to find another way To let my mind recover Another morning feeling dirty Fragile, depressed and hungover. An outcast from society, I can't handle sobriety.
For so long, I've been so low, Fighting hard to get my knees off the floor, Stinging tears, Creep down my face, I said that nothing can be done or can be changed, I lie awake, Until I'm numb, Because...
Today, I woke up feeling just like the days before. I can't breath, can barely speak, and sleeping's a nightmare.
For the where's and the why's In the tears that are cried For the who and the what In the words that are forgot For the when and the how In the here and the now For the ups and the downs In the...
Who would have thought. Today would be the last. No more will there be. Only whatever awaits. In a lonely afterlife. No more sky. No more earth. No more sea. No more anything. The clouds are grey.
Life is a brutal hole were sea’s are filled with crimson sins. As night was snuffed out by light it hid inside my body. Its rot infesting my body, devouring my soul.
i dont know what this is, but its long so i understand if you dont read it all.
How are you feeling. A very simple question, To which many can't answer, With an honest confession. You truly wish to know, How I feel inside, To know my thoughts, And the feelings I hide.
They say happiness is all around. But to me it is not to be found. I look around here and there. But I really can't find it anywhere. I try to do my favorite things.
Every night she cries herself to sleep. She feels like she has no one but herself. She's been hurt too much to trust anyone again. Her favorite place is her room.
These days are so long. These days are so slow. No people to see. No places to go. Feelings are low. Depression kicks in. Trying to fight. This feeling within. I wanna get better.
My life has it is A complete mess Whatever you throw I will try my best It may not be easy But damn I'll try To outweigh these bad thoughts Beneath me they lie I struggle to find The strength...
Blank-eyed, you sit Slumped and misshapen Not even stirred to tears Desiccated by despair Mummified by misery. I anger.
She tried to tell them, "I'm hurting," But they only heard, "I'm fine." She pretended she wasn't lonely, None of them read between the lines.
I am not worth it. I can't be bothered. I'm distraught. I am tired. I am shattered. I've melted down. I'm a sin. I can't find my way home. I can't fight. I am stupid. I can't ride a car.
"You are an ugly, worthless, piece of nothing." I closed my eyes and tried to fight it. The thoughts pouring into my head. "No wonder those people at church treat you like a loser.
I smiled at my small circle of friends as we hung out in the courtyard during finals. My beautiful, perfect, wonderful friends. Paul was the only one that knew about the other side of me.
When you find someone special, when you think about that person day and night, you get a contagious feeling which tells you never to turn back.
This maybe a little explicit. Just wanted to vent about feelings I had in the past. I sometimes worry it'll all come back when times get hard. I'm sitting here alone and quiet.
This maybe a little explicit. Just wanted to vent about feelings I had in the past. I sometimes worry it'll all come back when times get hard. I'm sitting here alone and quiet.
Inside out all I see is black white and drought. Places crumble feelings fall, but there's nothing I can do to stop it all. Right round the bend it keeps on coming, when will it ever end.
I'm lacking emotions now My rage has driven them out Then dissipated, leaving me Alone to face my doubt My vision is somewhat clouded My future no longer clear I'm worried that I am losing myself It...
I'm sorry I'm not enough. I'm sorry I don't want to do anything buy lie in grayscale lighting I'm sorry I'm pathetic, like broken strings. I'm sorry I'm quiet, like a mournful flower.
My lonely heart cries out but no one seems to hear. I fear my life's pain and sorrow has become to much to bare. Why should I pick up these pieces of my life that have never fitted together.