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I hold you up in the highest esteem. Proud to be part of your life. But what Morsel do I receive. I battle daily with my own low self esteem. Only sit and dream of what could be.
Too much going on right now. Too many things to say. Taking my mum for spine injections. Is scaring me today. I haven't posted in a bit. Except for the poem this morning.
#household. A truth to be accepted. And not to be denied. All the information. You needed was supplied. A lovers choice is made. And deep inside you know. Instead of trying to keep it.
#nightdwellers Inspired by @RichWithey ;-) Reaching into the bottom of a mind altering bottle I'll find myself more reasons at full throttle Peeling back the surface of what once was dignified...
I could say something about cutting and slicing Blade razor sharp ready for dicing Oh dear what can the matter be Life is so hard, feel for poor little me.
It's been a very strange day. Really don't know what to say. No words to describe events. Left feeling weird and tense. Need to try and unwind and relax. But my minds a mess and showing cracks.
Life is full of troubles Life is never fair But it seems as though I'm getting More than my fair share Some people live unhurried lives Each day is feather light For me each day is a heavyweight I...
When you've just got in from a hard days work. You get home to find your other half is being a jerk. You get in the door for less than quarter of an hour.
Lead weights hold be down, I just want to walk, I just want to run... around. But you here you hold me, Always forcefully unfree. Continually I'm a captive. Holding me, can't live.
Dreading what tomorrow will bring. Hoping for a new beginning. Wishing to be free. Dreaming that you could fly. Fly away from all that did you wrong. And do you wrong still. All that causes you pain.
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.
7/18/12 Dear diary, I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so confused. I lay around all day wasting my summer, just thinking. I have a hole in my chest. I feel empty.
Drowning in a darkness. Of deep despair. Believing the lies I hear. And seeing truths not there. See the rays of sunlight. They shine upon your scars. Reaching for that broken smile.
Breaking hearts is what you do best, ill leave the other girls to figure out the rest. You tore me apart and threw me away, but I gotta keep going on though the day.
It jumps at you when you're least prepared, Brings you to your knees in despair. Will twist your mind will bend reality.
I'm not feeling very well. It's a dull pounding ache. Might take a while to go I can tell. How do I get rid of it for god sake. The blues, pissed off, fed up, down. Felt like this for years.
Another song of mine, I love writing songs, it makes me feel so much better. Don't worry darling you're not insane, don't worry about me, it will all be okay.
Don't sing. Don't eat that way. What what If I blink. You just want me to sit there with nothing to say. Don't walk that way. Always smile and say hey. Don't say this or that.
I want to talk, but who to talk to. In here there is no one what should I do. The mistake it is in my mind. I want to forget it I want it to hide.
I'd had a bad week. Had a lot of drinking to do. Wanted to drop my troubles. At the door of 'The Anchor Blue'. I had 3 lagers, 4 JD and cokes. Followed by 5 vodka shots. The troubles were fading fast.
I'm trying to breathe. But life holds like a vice. I have an inner scream. That's cutting like a knife. All is so very hard. So many twists and turns. I'm all knotted up. My stomach churns.
I just got hurt by the same person. One day after another. I don't know what to do. Is it wrong to be myself. Is it wrong to do a thing, if I can't do it in another time.
Wanna live my dream. Not stuck in your reality. Wanna do what I'm good at. Not what you want me to be. I've always disagreed. But never spoke my voice. While yours is insanely loud.
Getting over you. was the hardest thing. I've ever had to do. The tears I cried. The fears I still hide. All because I wanted you by my side. You said it could never work.