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#sixwords @naaviie My eyes are the mirror to my soul, If you look you will see my goal. Without you I'm driftwood rotting on a beach, So I beg, implore and beseech.
I'm fed up. With not. Knowing. What to do. I'm fucked. One way. Or another. I'm bored. With this life. With feeling. Torn up. Inside. Can't stay. Can't go. Don't know. How to choose. How to break.
This is me speaking, please just listen. I'm normally stopped from being myself. Don't ignore me. I'm stuck in a mask, It controls me head to toe. I mould to fit, like water in a cup.
The writing's been on the wall since the day that I was born. I tried to choose a path but both my head and heart are torn. I try to clean the wreckage of the mess that I have made.
I see the world in black and white, Some sights pure, others cold as night.
Inspired by @smellyfingers and his recent unveil. I thought I'd share why I hide myself here and to friends... What do you do if your ashamed about you.
With a painted smile Your face I see Sending me swirling Into a spiralling sea Should I sink Or should I swim. Will this ever stay My love for him.
'I'm not sure I want to do this.' Bodily Delilah said. 'Oh shut up and get on with it wuss!' Said the Delilah in my head.
I try to write, Nothing comes out. Perhaps it's mental drought. I'm out. Or a bad reaction to all the hate. So tired, getting late. Not a broken heart or tortured soul as of late.
What do you do when your best isn't enough. When you try so hard and it's just too tough. Do you just stop living. Do you lay down and die. Do you make an extra effort, Or do you just start to cry.
It's funny, if I saw you. When we didn't talk. I hated you and the way you walked. When we agreed on friends. I never said Hi. But now that we're texting, I just don't know why.
You have nothing left to say. Original nor creative today. Brain is in overdrive. Thoughts about another life. Crazy got me down and lazy. Memories dissolve and hazy. Heads smash against a brick wall.
Stand before the mirror, Fingertips to glass, Watch distorted images, Intention: to harass. Sometimes telling truly, Sometimes lies of spite, Throwing my reflection, Into a new light.
I'm getting tomorrow, what I want today. I'll be there tomorrow, but I'm arriving today. I'm having a party today. Birthday is tomorrow. I'm opening my presents, but christmas is not today.
As the clock ticks down. All I hear is my heartbeat. Ringing in my ears. Louder and louder. My nerves are shot. I'm physically shaking. Just the thought makes me sick. But it's got to be done.
I always feel... Constantly shit. I always want... To quit. I always say... I'm alright. I always do... What is right. I always see... Needless violence. I always hear... Deadly silence.
Dancing, prancing Playing tricks The Devil inside Is a nasty mix Poking, prodding Making fun As mad as men In the mid-day sun Don't mean to hurt Or make you cry Just a voice Deep inside.
Sorry I'm not perfect. Sorry I'm not true. Sorry I'm not happy. Sorry I'm not you. Sorry I'm not there. Sorry I'm not extraordinary. Sorry I'm not thin. Sorry I'm just ordinary. Sorry I'm outspoken.
The emotion police are wreaking havoc inside of me, Handing out fines to all of my organs Because they are underpaid and fear unemployment.
Glass shattered, broken pieces shine in the sun. Your mask has come undone. A shooting star giving off so much light, why'd you try so hard to fight. Was there a reason you couldn't love.
I've never been good, In dire situations, The seriousness, Is overwhelming, Leaving me with little feeling, Little breathing, I don't know what to do, Stand. Sit.
Standing at the gates of freedom Reach a hand to the sky, I take it back; it's denied So close, yet so, so far But I don't close my eyes Not believing their lies Twisted and torn, The truth's been...
It isn't easy being me As hard as that is for you to believe it to be I've got snakes and backstabbers following me around Fights and haters always coming around Jealousy and hating becomes a...
Need to find a new direction. Find something to ease this tension. The things that have happened ...must be down to Fate pushing me toward the path I must take. Come to a crossroads, which way to...