Freedom?
What am I doing HERE. What is my purpose. After several years i've somehow made my way into a hole. I try to escape by speaking up but as soon as i do they push me right back in.
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What am I doing HERE. What is my purpose. After several years i've somehow made my way into a hole. I try to escape by speaking up but as soon as i do they push me right back in.
I can't remember what I am here for. I don't know where to belong anymore. I can't find the door. I am caged in a world don't know if I am getting out. I can't scream out loud. I am alone in this.
The words they just spill out, From my mouth they seem to drip. If I stop, it builds up pressure, And it pushes through my lips. I can't help myself from saying it. It's not like I can turn it off.
"I hate you for breaking, Such a beautiful heart. He gave you his all, And you tore him apart. "You broke him to pieces, And for what gain. You know that now, He will never be the same.
When I look into the mirror I'm surprised to see, a reflection of somebody who thinks he is me. I stare into his eyes. He doesn't look away. He gazes back at me, not knowing what to say.
I'm scared I'm frightened I am not prepared I was so enlightened Then it came It has burnt my heart As it penetrated like a flame I have lost a part Not of you but of me too.
I'm to Can't be. Tired Bothered. With it With it. Feel the Like they. words just Don't even.
I know I Then why Said I'd Am I still Forget Upset.
Out of the sea you rise, fierce with the atrocities of day, You rage till you have burnt the gentle shadows.
..when there is one person that you cannot get out of your head. ..when that person was the one person to make you feel like you're the reason for everything.
Hurt and anger two sides of a coin Hard to be rational when your ire is drawn When to want answers and when to forgive. There's not always a place for live and let live.
It seems you have everything that I lack. A perfect halo. My one's cracked. You're the princess of virtue, sugar and spice. I'm the prince of darkness, acid and strife.
Fuck the world and his Mrs, i'm fed up with the shit they put me through. I've got very little amo for the guns i've been sticking too. It's time to fight a little different and play a dirty game.
I'm trying to be strong, Trust me I am, But when the world is against you, You can't help but feel down, Blinded by arrogance, And my ignorance, Every slight little bump, Feels like a tornado, It...
Hey. Are you better now. Yep. I'm fine You know me I'm always fine Seeing how easily you get depressed, I would advise you to see a doctor, and get some help.
When I take a closer look Deep within my own life's book My past and present forgiven Old chapters get rewritten Why do we stand together. United we are not. Why do we hurt each other.
I'm told I'm too nice, That I need to discover my nasty gene. That growling and snarling is the only way to get things done. I can be that person.
You cannot walk in my shoes Won't change point of views Like you didn't have a clue Hate is all that you choose Messed up, drugged up, loved up You just don't have the stuff Emotionless not too...
There is a dream floating in my mind, it's something sweet, something kind. A fire bursts into life from sparks off a knife.
I won't let you see them. They aren't yours to treasure. Watching me cry, Gives you some sort of pleasure. My tears are a sign, Of frustration and pain. Once you had seen them, You want them again.
Decisions I hate having to make any kind of decision. Its hard to make them with any kind of precision. Things like, Do I go left or right. Do I submit or do I fight.
What's going on. I am so confused. Am I in this state alone. Just wanting to know the truth. I thought I made a friend. But I was wrong. I don't know what to believe.
Layers of life peeling away Question is; What remains at the end of the day. I know it is wrong Trying to hang on I could finally be free If I could only be me Question is; Who am I.
You get what you expect, why does this disappoint you. You convinced yourself it was a band-aid situation and it will only hurt for a little while.