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So stubborn that you push people away When they're the ones you need to stay When you hurt yourself by hurting them When in you're heart, they're at the stem They're the ones who help you the...
There all against me, Control of myself fading, Lost in a world of thoughts, Sadness, hate are radiating, They don't care, They never have, Getting ready for me to die, So they stuff me away into a...
She shook her head empathetically at me, her lips pursed in small frown. Her genuine words still rung in my ears, singeing my heart with every repetition. “It’s been two years...” Two years.
#acrosticchallenge N. ight time comes along I. t's time for bed G. ot to think nice thoughts H. appy inside my head T. ry to keep light minded M. ake my thoughts the best A.
Shadows passing over walls. They dance just like the nightmares did. I hide under my blankets, Scared of the darkness like a little kid. Maybe that's ok If I'm not as brave as some.
When you read this note, you'll probably be crying, but wipe away your tears, cause i know your lying, to mum and dad, to my "friends" and family, do not weep, cause you know how u treated me, to the...
Looking out the frost covered window into the dark of night, I can see the people walking past all bundled up against winters cold bite They rush past each other, hurrying off into the distance, It...
Mirror mirror. On the wall. Will you catch me. if I fall. Or will you simply look away. Waiting for my price unpaid. Mirror mirror. What is it now. Can't you hear my bloody howls.
We are just breakable boys and girls We're stuck in between Childhood and adult life We're depressed, awkward and loved up teens Society gives us so much crap That never fits together Well have you...
#acrostic #nightdwellers. Nothing to do but sleep. In times when reality is rendered so bleak. Given how life ripped all hope from my days. Hallucinations at night I prefer to the pain.
Trapped inside a cave of despair, No light, no hope, no anywhere. It's been building up for far too long I'm not innocent but I'm not so wrong.
i was being dragged down by these pricks. utter pricks. i ran my fingers through the wet paint as soon as they let me go, leaving me to discover. my cuts were cold and fading. i want that razor.
Sorry it took so long you guys but it's been a tough week for me. Not that good but it's alright. •Chapter 30 - Physical• •Kai• I had never seen a mental hospital so busy in all my life.
I wake to find myself in tears The dream revealed my biggest fears It dragged me out then pulled me in I can't get back to sleep again And if I do what does await. Another thing from Hells great gate.
This may be a little dark. So read only if you'd like.
#acrosticchallenge No one is here. I am alone, isolated inside. so Gone is my hope, as Hell arrives. Trying to survive the darkness that's twisting my brain alive.
(Last couple of lines are amended from Eminem-'"Beautiful") #slightrant #projecthumanity Please don't give up. You've got so much more to give. Don't let them shits get ta ya. They're idiots.
We never really said anything important. I think it was already there, hanging in the silence. Or maybe we were just afraid of the answers.
How do you know when you are in the dark. I knew I was but not because the room was dark but because I felt darkness inside.
How do you be happy with nothing??. Life is beautiful at least for some people . Many people have a broken relationship, have no friends , jobless and poor. But you can still be happy.
Tramadol hit, Opium high, Hiding under My bed from The storm inside, Can you feel Feel Feel it. The friction of Air against skin, The friction of Nothing on nothing, Can you hear Hear Hear it.
I have nothing to fear,. So why is unclear,. The dread I feel,. Is very surreal,. My pulse races,. My mind in dark places,. My breath non productive,. Breathlessness destructive,.
I woke up one day feeling not the same, whats going on.
A fake smile. As blatant as a crooked smirk on the face of a weathered man. His hands tell the story of days gone by. Rough, ragged and torn. Forever a slave to societys toll on reality.