Candle
My candle burns a lovely light, Very clear in my sight, Inhaling the fresh candle air, Not having a care.
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My candle burns a lovely light, Very clear in my sight, Inhaling the fresh candle air, Not having a care.
Be oblivious. Ignore the obvious. You must have missed the point. If there was ever any understanding It long since left this joint.
When darkness falls And I'm left alone The voice taunts and haunts Chills me to the bone. It knows all my secrets All my fears and my guilt Wraps it's poison around me Like a soiled, rotten quilt.
I may be coping, But not hoping. I may be smiling, But inside crying. I may be stupid, But I can be Cupid. I may repel you, But at least I'm true. I may look gleeful, But I'm also fearful.
So sick of looking in the mirror and hating what I see. I lash out. Clenching my fist tight smashing myself in the face, mirror shatters. Blood drips.
#Household It's time to put the knife away, It's time to live another day. It's time for me to recognise, That this knife holds a thousand lies.
Isolation. White room. Padded doors. Writings on the wall, drawings of a golden moon. Stories of an forbidden island and it's shores. Barred windows. The voice calling from the blackness.
The knife lay flat. On my desk. Right before me. My choosing of when. The knife that. Holds all my pain. Releases it from me. For one small moment, again and again. The knife has a cutting edge.
And I think around. In circles. Ever growing. Winding. My thoughts become. Knotted like. A ball of wool. Thrown in a corner. Where the needles clatter. Left to gather dust. Around.
Eternal pain, something I will take to my grave. Your memory is an image I just can't erase. I spend my life always walking in the shadows. Scared, alone, locked away inside my castle.
Tears roll down to nothing. These laughs they're only to hide, The deep sadness that fills me up, And has no one in, to confide.
Her insides are crawling with lies and tears, She never lets anyone in in her fears, She's locked up and thrown away the key, On everything that she's aspiring to be... But she's dreaming.
Climbing, deciding. Determination to keep fighting. Perfection just peaking. Seeking, believing Confidence on top with the only desire to have endurance enough not to stop.
Sitting waiting for my screen to light up. They say the cups half full but mines an empty cup. Is this the way my life's going to be. Sitting on my own high up In my tree.
I am sitting in a diner With the world upon my mind. Feeling all melancholy, twisted, out of time. The truth is there is far too much, of time that is, Too much to notice the ignorance in our lives.
A burden is all I seem to be,. I'm doing nothing but weigh her down. She tries her best to keep us afloat,. But because of me we'll all drown. All I ever am is a problem,.
A steady anchor. Never swept in by the tide. Lace your composition. When really you're drowning in lies. Surfacing for air only sometimes. Those moments only in those. Precious breathes do I find.
I step into the bathroom, on the tiles of dazzling white There is no way I can tell the events that are insight.
You ever have a dream Wake up and find yourself questioning what does it all mean You either want it to be true Hopefully one day it'll happen to you Or maybe it's your worst fear That you'll wake up...
Trust requires a balance of the mind, A certain rationale That has always escaped me Too paranoid, Too insecure.
I claim to be a lion, but I cannot roar I let out a small growl but I still want more I claim to be a horse, but I cannot trot Time and time again, it makes me distraught I claim to be a duck, but...
I can almost see the light,. Almost touch the waves of glass,. Tainted, this ethereal night,. Because I know it cannot last,. A surge of strength, a rush of power,. Shooting stars fly up my spine,.
Clawing away at the inside of my skull, they dance happily; screeching in elation, overjoyed at the pain they cause me, they pace loudly in small circles screaming for me to listen to them and...
Eyes sunken in, pale white skin, sharp pointed fangs on both sides. I have a heart yet with no beat I'm alive. My only fear is daylight.