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She never realized how much she hated herself until she stopped talking. She told herself that she had nothing of value to say and that nobody wanted to hear her. So she stopped.
How did I reach here. Filled with fear But no single tear With my skies so unclear How did I become so numb.
When your drug down Cast out Tossed around Happy becomes a dream When your left out All alone Crying The pain becomes your best friend When your last hope walks away Hand in hand with your...
They tell you to take it day by day but At some points that becomes overwhelming so Then you have to break it down further into Hours or even Minutes.
Fields of green,. Heart of black,. When will will there be a chance to turn everything back. To the way it was. To the way it hasn't been. The way it should. Where the fields are green.
All I want is to be heard, Just once, and be heard well. Instead I have to scream and shout, Instead of talk, I yell.
Alone, in the darkness, And there's nowhere to hide. Can't tell if I'm conscious, I think I'm out of pride. Empty is my vision, Hiding forever, black. I need a decision, Wait... What's behind my back.
I still herd her woes over and over again. I was terrified and when I opened my eyes she was gone. But all I herd was her woes and all I saw was her face. The blue eyes and the black filthy hair.
some people have someone that's always with them. not me. I'm never with the same people. people know my story. bits and pieces. no one but me knows the entire story. no one knows me inside and out.
it's been two weeks. officially. 14 days. since I was last touched. touched sexually. 14 days. since the last time. the last time I got high. I miss it. I have some in my room. but I can't.
The wind is howling round my ears, I face the judgement of my peers. I didn't do it yet they believe, And I'm not granted a reprieve.
Wake up. What is it that you hear. Is it the cricket in the dirt behind the shed. It's chattering cries in the night echo within your mind.
The air is chilled and crisp. The moon is a pale, vivid blue. The night is dead silent. But for the church bells in the distance. I pass house after house. All obsidian black.
Just somewhere out there singing the same sad song Drifting past street lights dim glow Dancing with never ending shadows Just somewhere out there singing the same sad song Drifting like a ghost...
Pictures hanging on the wall. One by one they start to fall. Try to put some up but not all. Pictures falling on the floor. As I walk towards the door. I know I don't belong here anymore.
I don't really see a reason to be here. I am just here so I can make other people look better. I was put on this earth so awkwardness could continue to exist. What is the reason to live if everyone...
I hid in the back corner of the empty, dusted room, hiding from reality. The viscous, angry world waited for me behind the door I stared at.
His shoulders, heavy. His hands, numb. His words, unspoken. His expression, glum. His life, lifeless. His visions, blurred. His thoughts, empty. His speech, slurred. His bottle, full.
I like to walk. I get a great deal of thinking done when I'm on my own and surrounded by empty fields or darkened by tree shadows in high summer.
An sick today. All alone in my room. All I take is 5 different pills. And all I get a drowsy high that doesn't go away. Better than am down now. But I can't do much too.
Every day, he sits at the bar A tankard of bitter glued to his palm, He wears his best shirt in the absence of occasion Talks to the hikers, but with the absence of conversation When it’s quiet in...
Truth develops sadness. Eyes develop tears. Mind develops madness. Alone i fight my fears. Not a soul left to talk to. Not a soul left to care. Not a soul left, where are you.
I don't know how it happens. I can be so happy one second. I've got the bottle in my hand, and I know not one thing is stopping. None of you will miss me.
#acrostic B e she mottled ugly, E ven be she scored, A ll he sees is ugliness, U til that wretch is stored.