Late Night Tears
I lay in bed The sky is dark The city is asleep And I know nobody can see me So let myself go Push down my emotional walls.
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I lay in bed The sky is dark The city is asleep And I know nobody can see me So let myself go Push down my emotional walls.
Before I can can get back to my best. There is one thing that I must do. I have to put and end to all this shit. Cut it away as if it was bonds. Therefore I must do what I always do.
Talk. talk.
No sleep for the wicked. on soft tender feet. the night it does creep.
I came on this app to be myself. I hide who I am from everyone else.
Jealousy, we've all been there wether we like to admit it or not, wether its your friends new car or shiny new gadget, we've all been there.
Is there ever an end To this emotion named Pain. Or does it just subside After a good cry in the rain.
Sick of all the deceit and lies,. sick of feeling low and missing the highs,. sick of hearing the awful truth,. sick of time robbing me of my youth,. sick of feeling I have no use,.
I'm awakened by far and distant truths that closeth in, beyond all speeds of time that in which light travels. I cannot hide; my chest be tight, crushed from deep inside, ever restricting tighter.
They call her miss fruity booty She feels she has such a duty Exposing lust to its core Leaving them all wanting more So many men want to know her but she's so lonely inside and unsure Using smell...
When you want to shout your anger, Too scared for face-to-face, When you're sick of putting up with her, Want to put her in her place.
Seeking solace in solitude I pine the days away Wishing for a better light To make me want to stay Around me war is raging Inside I'm lost at sea I need to find some peace I submit to...
I've been at it for weeks, but you never see. Because I don't let you. But maybe it's time, for you to see it all. Then write your review. If you saw, what I see each day.
When I'm being sensitive, its all too much Feel like you all hate me, where is the love.
The blood pumping through our veins. Our hearts beating all the same. I look at it as if it's beautiful red rain. Trickling its way down, it seems to stop and say forget about the pain.
Silent tears that I cry Begging for help, begging for mercy My head is swimming with a plethora of buzzing thoughts wanting to get in my way and mess up my mind Sadness.
Some things can be rather depressing While others are simply truly distressing. I have a brain and personal experience So can see the truth behind appearance.
If you could read my mind, you'd be in tears. I smile through the pain, and say I don't feel it at all. I don't cry or whine or anything, I sit there smiling. And they don't think a thing of it.
I want to see what I look like through other peoples eyes. I want to see if they can see what lies beneath. I want to see if they can see what I'm hiding.
I have awoken and all is not well Gloomy weather or sinister blether I can not tell. No magical feeling, the smile has been broken A sense in my chest is gnawing and choking.
#household Thick, laced and red, Beckoning to my head, In a bowl, mug or glass, Temptation comes, I feel it swirl and mass, So sweet it will taste, Yet I should leave, And run without haste, Can't...
It's early in the morning Or is it late at night. Either way, I cannot sleep, I know this isn't right!.
I think that I am better, As a Princess, not a Queen. It's not that I'm not happy, Or ungrateful or just mean.
Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room, yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair.