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A chocolate box house. A Stepford wife. A dream job. The ultimate life. Two point one kids. A white picket fence. Mans best friend. The best defence. White fluffy clouds. A refreshing cold beer.
Always wonder why it's always the 'Face' value. What about what's inside of you. What about the soul. In the dead of the night she seeks her heart. Her mind, her soul, her missing part.
My words soon made scarce, Unnatural in the dark That was my faith Now a dying race. No sense of who I am The leader I was The path I chose How their faces froze.
My life is slipping away from my finger tips, no matter how hard I try to claw it back My world is crashing down, around me It began with a small crumble but when I met you it began to tumble and...
So I went to the doctor With this numbness. He showed me scalp And little interest. 'what seems to be The trouble, Mr. ----' He said, to the rhythm Of his scritching pen. 'I can't feel my..
The ending is upon us, Falling with the rain, The apocalypse is near, To wash away our stain. Our doom is slipping closer, Falling from the skies, With no way to stop it, Despite efforts of the wise.
Words, we use every single day, To prove our point and give strength to our say. In the end just symbols, They are intrepreted as we please.
Is this how it ends. Sitting here My legs dangling free The cliff edge crumbling Under my hands Below, the raging sea Is this how I die.
Slender beams of moonlight enter this darkened place as I kneel, Always lost, always alone, frozen here, waiting, unable to feel.
Sometimes I can't take a deep breath, apparently it makes things alright. I never feel relaxed, always tense and on the verge of collapsing, i'm not worried about anything.
Why is it, God, I sense that you are mocking me.
I'm fed up. With not. Knowing. What to do. I'm fucked. One way. Or another. I'm bored. With this life. With feeling. Torn up. Inside. Can't stay. Can't go. Don't know. How to choose. How to break.
Castiel new, hoped, that if there were one place left in the world, this world, where his Father would hear him, this was the place.
All I feel is restricted, bound, uncertain why. Preying to which ever deity may help me from this antagonising circumstance.
The writing's been on the wall since the day that I was born. I tried to choose a path but both my head and heart are torn. I try to clean the wreckage of the mess that I have made.
Mom says I have so much hate within me; that's it's not good; life's too short for it. When a woman writes about rape turning into a love story; name me a reason, to take my head out of the lavatory.
Et si Romeo n'avait jamais existé . Et si un jour Juliette avait compris qu'il n'y aurait jamais rien mais le néant, le vide .
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...
House of lies Haven't you seen it The lies cries. So many in masks Hidden behind the glass Will you fail or pass. Want to know the past.
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.
I fall. It is not bad. I like to fall. But when I do it feels like heaven to me. But the thing is, I never fall too far. I always will fall to this place.
This is something I scribbled in my diary all dolled up with my Kawaii stickers, well you can't see the stickers obviously-Opuss needs an photo feauture but it's very honest and nice, I think...
Sometimes it's hard to find, sometimes impossible. Sometimes there are reasons it doesn't come to you and sometimes there aren't. Sometimes it completely overwhelms you, welcomed or not.
Oops the eyes come for me Well what will be will be Papaeye Time for me to die Don't know where to run I'll take this as some sort of fun As I don't know where to turn Oh feel the burn Yeah call...