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#disabilityaware There is a girl I know, Her name is Disability, She travels on unseen wheels, With her imagined friend Instability, The demons in her head scream, Miserably reminding her of...
D ark cloud is looming, E verything black. P robing depression, R elentless attack. E rupt into tears, S oon they'll run dry. S o sorry I'm like this, E nd it I'll try.
When you feel lonely and blue,. Sadness spreading through every inch of you,. Close your eyes and imagine for me,. Two arms heading your way to set the sadness free,.
I'm not a follower but I will stand by my love, On her right hand side offering my shoulder. I'd rather be a hammer but will be her nail, Absorbing the blows every time I hold her.
I'll do it soon Really I will In an hour Or two Or six more from now I'll finish that project That's due in two days I'll put it off 'til the night before I won't finish.
It's only sophomore year. So much more to go. Already I am buried. Can't prepare for tomorrow. School is shit. Home is worse. Just let me sleep. Carry me off in a hearse. I hate my work.
You see me smiling. Day in day out. A mask I wear. To keep you all out. Picture perfect. Practiced it for hours. In front of the mirror. So no one suspects a thing.
Life's ah game. No life's insane. Misery to blame. Or maybe it's not. Maybe I'm to blame. Or maybe I'm insane. I hope I'm careful. And after every thank you. I hope I say your welcome.
You wake up and expect everything to be perfect. Just for a split-second. But in that second everything is different, everything is perfect, then it all shatters and reality sets in.
They come and I try to push them away, but they push me back, that much closer. I can feel pain too. I try to hold back but the pain, its unbearable, like youre all alone, no one would understand.
She's sitting in the bathroom. Alone and so afraid. Opening the secret box. She finds her trusty blade. She doesn't want to do it. But it's all she's ever known. She finds a way to close the box.
Just a thank you, A little message to you all, Those of you who've been so kind, When I've had an emotional downfall, It's no secret, That I've been struggling, A mixture of emotions, I've been...
By my beautiful girlfriend <3 Love you Taylor A smile covers up her frown. She lets no one see her cry. Her shattered heart *drip drip drip. * She's fading slowly. She hides it.
Up so high I'll never fall Just when I think I'm more than fine I hit another wall Send me flying On top of the world Laughing to crying Plunged down the rabbit hole Maybe it's just insanity Call...
big smile, eyes shining bright. but in reality...she's not alright. her bones are breaking through her skin; all she wants to be is tall and thin.
What is wrong with people today. Seriously. They don't know how much words hurt. A girl on instagram told me to go drink bleach and kill myself last week.
The moon brings the memories. The memories bring the pain. The sun brings me salvation. And reminds me that I'm sane. The nights bring on the terror. Which resides within the dark.
(Originally posted about four months ago. #repost) A prophet in religious terms is a person who has been contacted by God or other supernatural being, that only they can see or hear.
Enveloped Squeezed Covered Up Relieved Breath A Sigh Detached From Life Looking Down At Me A Morphed Sense Of Reality The Lights Are On But No-ones Home Not Even Me I Left My Conscious...
The final chapter: A prelude to my happy ending. No longer bound by the ropes of anxious thought. And No longer a prisoner to my own being.
I never thought I'd care Because I never did Not once did I think about the possibilities about anything that I did Or that you did And if I'm truthful with myself I know that I'm still not...
Oh my sweet surrender I can feel you coming soon In the ticking of my heart beat In the pulsing of the room I can feel you in my skin With each little cut Bleeding gently falling harshly With...
Ficticious fantasies fixated on folding my feelings. As anxiety, angst and attacks alleviate me at my angers anchorage. Debating doubtful dreams of delving into a deeper depression.
Hopelesness fading. No more evading. Brightly anticipating. A future of my own. Light grows brighter. Dark becomes lighter. Before you a fighter. No longer alone. A metaphor of life.