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The pounding in my head Can someone make it stop. It screams out all that they said I'm fearful I might just pop. The sounds of all their chatter It makes me want to die.
Friends: You're so pretty and skinny. Guys: Ew, what is that thing. My face: Even surgery can't fix your ugliness. My thighs: Cut down on the bad food. My stomach: You eat to much.
I truly believe. I could have been. Created to be. Something of a visionary. Life itself through sickness and wealth can often be scary.
It's good to help the aged, Those that are struggling in a time of need; Those that can't help themselves, Struggle just to wash, clean and feed.
"I fear," said he "I'm going mad!" But he needn't fear, For he already had. "I fear," said she "I fear the dark night" So fixed to her head, We put a candle light.
I guess I'll fall into this trap. I guess I have no choice. I tried to scream but no one heard. I guess I have no voice. These wounds I thought that time would heal. I guess that I was wrong.
Roundabout, Around and around and around we go, I don't know, How to get off, do you.
I weep for the girls who can't read Or write Who think size Zero means P E R F E C T I O N .
It's 2 am, and I'm a ghost Of what I used to be. A whisper of my former self, Calls out, meekly, to me. My blood is wine, and swear to god, My visions getting blurry.
A rustic world of anger. A trauma, far from slain. I glance away from reality. And find myself in pain. I write about being happy. I write about being sad. Experiences from within.
I just want to fight everyone. 2012 was the year I got used to loneliness. This was the year I could stare it in the face and understand why I saw my own eyes staring back.
Alone she cries, she's dead inside. Hurt again, her heart flatlines. A message scrawled upon her skin. Vertical lines, suicidal hyms. Far too strong, for far too long.
I woke up this morning Sitting in a pool of light Drifting through my window, Warming to the sight.
The roses are red From the blood that I shed And my head is beginning to spin. The violets were blue, Expensive and new A few weeks ago but now they're dead.
You ask me why I do this, why I hurt myself and I don't have an answer for it. I know it's stupid and that I should quit but I don't want to.
{bit abstract...} Sometimes Stuck On the cusp of reality. Wondering Pondering My state of Mortality.
Prologue. *^*^*^*^*^* I jolt up from yet another bad dream. I've had them since the age of thirteen, I'm fifteen now. They might vary on when they accrue, but most of the time I have the every night.
Hopeless, Not Romantic Everyday, is the same. I slowly started to feel nothing- I was fading away into the deepest darkness anyone believed their was. My emotions slowed, to a blank state.
The Peace of Mind The small, quiet hush of the wind blew roughly against the tall redwoods. The sound was quite elegant to the ears; yet chilling to the core of the human body.
1 reason to live. 2 attempts at death. 3 shots of vodka. 4 long deep breaths. 5 tablets taken. 6 steps outside. 7 texts ignored. 8 minutes since no5. 9 tablets later. 10 missed calls.
Turn off my emotions. Turn off my dread. Turn off my anguish. Leave me for dead. Turn off the lights. Turn off the time. Turn off these days. Tell them that i'm fine. Turn off my thoughts.
Can anyone make sense of me right now. The whole world is spinning, my head is spinning, my thoughts are spinning. I can't get my bearings. Sometimes I get these brilliant thoughts.
I'm not a hero. I'm not a villan. I'm not a sinner. I'm not a saint. I'm a boy. Stuck in the limbo of adulthood. Paralysed by depression. One problem goes, another appears.
last smoke for a while only a little bud left dragged from the hypocritical pile I like this feeling I'll let him stick around for a while he's not going through anything nothing...