Fears of an Obsessive Compulsive
#sundayrepost I have a fear, that my alarm wont go off, or i wont hear its familiar sound, in the morning i may miss my train on the London Underground.
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#sundayrepost I have a fear, that my alarm wont go off, or i wont hear its familiar sound, in the morning i may miss my train on the London Underground.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick... The clock would never stop, not until it saw the room in chaos.
He was destroyed by them, Shut down and turned off, Thanks to their cruel and mocking laugh, His dreams were shattered, His confidence in tatters, And he cried as he slowly shuffled home.
#disabilityaware. O n the way home, I'm. P ersistently laughed at,. E veryone stares at me. N o one actually sees. Y ou are perfect my mama says. O pen your eyes and stay that way.
Expectations make me, To them I am a mould, A piece of dough to take and shape, To have and then to hold.
I'm great at keeping secrets As long as they aren't mine They can be about anything I'll seal my lips just fine My own tales on the other hand...
Crumpled. Gray. Thats my life today. When your harsh words slapped my heart and made me bleed. More or less like a piece of trash. Its all im meant to be. Crinkled. Gone. Is the passion in my song.
Out of sight, Out of mind I'm losing sight, Going blind My mind has taken flight Sometime the other night I can't seem to find my mind Where is my mind.
Untouched. The slow caress files the roughness of his skin like sandpaper. The dryness of his skin, the desert that is his soul. Unwanted. A paperback that never left the shelf.
When you start to feel illness coming on and you know it's going to be uncomfortable, you brace yourself for the pain and the days where you can only lye in bed, waiting to feel like yourself again.
Ben, I'm still praying for you. I have this huge spot for you in my heart and I don't know why.
You think you can change me,. You think can hurt me with your ways,. I'm not showing any signs of weakness,. I refuse to break down today,. You think that you'll break me,.
I think back on my life,. I hate everything that I now am,. I've been through a fair strife,. I've not given all that I can,. I hate everything I have become,. I hate the shadows on my arms,.
I haven't been using Opuss regularly of late. There are reasons. Internet bans, my iPod crashing, lack of inspiration. But it was mainly because lately I've been feeling pretty damn rough.
#myfavouriterepost Dusted down, tweaked and with four new lines My bloody OCD's invading every single day Got this affliction on the cheap, but boy, it makes me pay Invited to a party, we're ready...
#acrostic Hallowed shell, laying on the floor Expectations, hopes, dreams no more, i'm dead inside. Ambition gone. Really don't feel like carrying on. Tied down by old fears, and now new ones.
I'm dancing in the flames, I'm falling off the edge, I'm wronging all my rights, Going hard against my pledge.
try and remember. remember the days before. before life was this way. back when it was okay. but now Mary's here. taken up your life. without permission to stay. she's not going anywhere.
One time I dug metal into my skin because I was sad. You know, usually when people are sad they cry and cry and cry. But see, I was sad and I didn't cry. I didn't shed a tear.
I know the difference. Between right and wrong. I know that morally. I must remain strong. The path that's right. Is crystal clear. It sparkles bright. Without regret or fear. I know the difference.
Sometimes I get you I threw my hands in the air Sometimes I don't understand I asked him to show me something Sometimes I love you He said if you dare...
I will not fall to your every command, I will not allow you to reprimand, I will not listen to your cursing, You can start reimbursing, You can't control me any longer, I've learnt to become stronger.
#acrostic The saddest type of crying is the silent one The crying when everyone else is asleep The one where your heart is aching and your eyes become red from tears.
Sex is exhausting. Literally and figuratively. I am so tired of seeing stuff about it. We live in a society where it is so openly discussed. You walk into the quads and there are condoms on the wall.