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I'm going to throw myself down the well, Keep falling until I meet hell. There I can escape you... And the things you make me want to do. You'll never have me be a bother.
#Household The misgivings crept in on shadow legs so slowly that when she finally took notice, it seemed to her they had always been a part of her.
The cat (or what used to be her cat) was pinned to the ceiling by its ears. It's stomach dangled all the way to the bath. Blood dripped and dripped and dripped into the bath.
Cup of cold coffee,. Spilt on the floor,. 2010's calendar,. Taped to the door,. Sheets of scrap paper,. All cover the table,. Damp, yellow post-it notes,. Double as labels,. Boxes of ready meals,.
In isolation Silence..... Looking to myself to find a way Began to vary and sway. As the mind is lost In.... Confusion Constant hunger to strive.
Isolation. White room. Padded doors. Writings on the wall, drawings of a golden moon. Stories of an forbidden island and it's shores. Barred windows. The voice calling from the blackness.
Followed on from @naaviie Every time I blink it seems like eternity. Stuck inside the shadows of my eyelids. Swirling shapes and noises. And yet when I open them...nothing.
Nothing is worse than knowing no one trusts me. They don't understand, they don't even care what they see. They look at me like I'm a blank canvas, one which needs to be painted.
Eternal pain, something I will take to my grave. Your memory is an image I just can't erase. I spend my life always walking in the shadows. Scared, alone, locked away inside my castle.
The last sound I hear from the surface is the loud hum of people talking, listening to their skin sizzle in the sun instead of my pleading cries for help. I am about to take my last breath.
Darkness summons the moody angst, And romance of an inner evil; A force the subject fights against, Or submits to, welcome thinly veiled. Not this dark.
Stare into the mirror. Nothing's changed at all. Exactly one year on. Since I heard a happy call. My Facebook is alive for once. But I don't really care. Mostly friends I rarely see.
The room was chill, the rather ornate fireplace dead and cold. Ornate furniture from a more formal time was placed to the best advantage.
My screams go unheard. So louder and louder I cry. People to busy to look around. People to busy to ask why. They can't see i'm invisible to them. They care not for what I do.
Tears roll down to nothing. These laughs they're only to hide, The deep sadness that fills me up, And has no one in, to confide.
Curled up in my room I feel so alone. This is just a house it is never my home. Nothing in this feels like I even belong. I sit here asking what i've done wrong.
We are together in this relationship of ours A couple entwined bound by marriage vows So why do I still feel so lonely.
Sitting waiting for my screen to light up. They say the cups half full but mines an empty cup. Is this the way my life's going to be. Sitting on my own high up In my tree.
Dad wasn't like most Dad's, he seemed to have all the time in the world to spend with me, never rushing, he always seemed to understand me even though he didn't agree with some of the things I had...
'No man is an island', Yet I am not a man, I struggle every single day, As only humans can. 'No man is an island', I'll believe it when it's true, I never see an 'island', When I look at you.
By my side, holding my hand. Guiding my steps into foreign land. Into the darkness the cold and draft. Into the land of sinners and haters. He releases my hand I'm all alone.
In the middle of the lonesome night she was stood outside; underneath the cryptic night sky.
Part I That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there...
The wind blew cold around me, Making me shiver and shake, I curled up beneath the large, oak tree, And stared at a falling snowflake.