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I see you sitting there I see you looking sad I see you feeling down And feeling blue I know that you feel lost I know you feel like its all your fault But I'll be there for you.
Quiet, please, Nobody speak. I need to make sure, I can hear my heart beat. Please welcome silence. Let it fill the room. Turn off the lights. Leave me in my tomb. Remove all distractions.
When I was a kid, this age was really far away.
Ever get the feeling of being totally unable to reach out and make a difference when a loved one is down , depressed and just not coping......
"I want to be a good-looking Guy with the perfect fling. I want to click and fit right in, And I wanna commit a sexy sin." "I want to have a proper friend. I don't want to have to pretend.
Smile like you are happy, Take emotions away from eyes, Don't let anyone see how you really feel, Tell a few white lies.
These blisters, these bruises, These scars tell a story. They document the moment My life became gory. I hated myself. I hated my skin. With such a self-loathing, Nobody could win. Pain meant control.
I felt the dizziness that three words bring and each time, they steal a piece of me and gnaw away at the small collection of faith I hold that promises everything will eventually ...
This is a more personal poem that I wrote about an incident I had with a sibling a few years ago. Also, I was trying something a little different with repetition and I'm not really sure if it worked.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, March 10, 2013. If you are reading this it means you didn't commit suicide because of the stress of losing an hour yesterday, but that is neither here nor there.
I began to cry Saturday evening. I cried until midnight. I wrote several letters but they never spelled out right.
Smiling hides a lot If you put on a convincing face Most people won't be able to tell its fake That inside you're crying That your heart is slowly dying Even my friends don't notice the pain But...
I stared out of the foggy window into the murky day. My head ached. I get these things called migraines, there basically really bad headaches.
For such a young girl I do too much, I need to stop, think and just look up. Looking down I will not succeed, Grip hard, sort myself out; I ask myself with a please.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, March 9, 2013. Tomorrow we have to move our clocks an hour forward because of Daylight Savings time.
#sundayrepost #changedoneline There is a pain she feels inside When people say she's strong Imagine if they knew the truth...
#tipsyntiredsongs The Opusses I tag as #tipsyntiredsongs are lyrics composed to be sung and should be published on YouTube in the future on my group's channel: Tipsy & Tired. I hope you enjoy them.
11. "See, she's fine." Sean reassures me for the fifth time since we got here. She's playing with other kids like a normal 5 year old, but I'm nervous she'll snap.
#fiction. Stand there and watch,. Whilst I fall apart,. Ripping myself to shreds,. Like destruction is a form of art,. Watch me fall,. Don't walk on by,. Stand, be the audience,.
My GPA tells me. I'm not smart enough. To go to the college I choose. The scale tells me. I'm too heavy. To wear those shorts in public. My parents tell me. I'm a total disappointment.
I wish I could climb these duvet mountains. Escape the wallpaper that threatens to blind me. Run free of the raindrops and sweat that salivate from the dirty city.
'Excuse the mess', her voice trickled through, as I walked into the room. Piles and piles of dirty plates and cups -all stacked up, like a junkyard shop.
Darkness falls. So do I, Felled like an oak, or maybe more like a little birch. The axe wasn't sharp enough to finish the job in one swing...
So on the advice of one who wrote a poem so beautiful that it is worthy of daily prayer (@sarahgamal, "Namaste"), I will set a few blogs to explain where I am.