But What For?
This is not a biblical war or a war at all. Its about that one person wanting to break the rules. The one that feels ingored. But what for. Im sure we can all get along and much more.
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This is not a biblical war or a war at all. Its about that one person wanting to break the rules. The one that feels ingored. But what for. Im sure we can all get along and much more.
He breaths the glory of life to young lungs A gift brought today for a Dad and a Mum, A gift that’s so precious and welcome this day. Only to grow older and just get in the way.
This is something I scribbled in my diary all dolled up with my Kawaii stickers, well you can't see the stickers obviously-Opuss needs an photo feauture but it's very honest and nice, I think...
(This may be not a poem or a story, but I was wondering if anyone could help) Hello guys. This Opuss, is a bit like the one called 'Medicine?' that I posted.
Lost in a world, that scares me to death. Lost in a crowd, I'm losing my breath. Lost as a kid, lost as an adult. I feel everything is falling apart and it's my fault.
I went with such anticipation, fear and suspense to their house that fateful day. But I also had hope. It was forlorn.
I'm always going to be me Myself staying free But sometimes I feel There's no good deal.
Feeling kind of homeless or I mean I am homeless. I have nowhere to go, I have nowhere to stay, I have nowhere to sleep or eat, and I have nowhere to call mine. I feel kind of lost or I mean I am...
I stare at this paper plane, And wish I could fly away. I'd be able to be me, Protected from what you say. It's you're fault I'm this way, Yet you have the audacity too complain.
I used to love my skin. I felt good in my own skin. Itches everywhere and all the time. Scratching, getting sore all the time. Collecting dirt, accumulating dust. Dry skin, always moisten it I must.
There's a bottle full of tears in her dresser drawer. There's a lifetime of regrets knocking at her door. There's a glimmer of hope she chooses to ignore.
I stepped out of the taxi and slammed the door shut, eyeing a man across the street. He looked somewhat familiar but I couldn't figure out if that was good or bad.
A few days I was gone from here, And each second I lived in fear. Not that I wouldn't be able to help, No but that I wouldn't be able to try. Still I'm back, For as short as it is.
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...
This is my second song, it's completely original:) Can you save me. Can you save me from the nothing I've become, come and find me, I need you here.
16+ curse words lol you'll read anyway but whatever there's my warning.
My friend is also my enemy, Sticking around for a while; then exchanging me. Running away with 'A' is not cool, Especially as it leaves me open to ridicule. I'm left cold without you and get stared...
[The article below is a part of my life in words, please do not copy it] There are many roads we walk down as we grow into an adult, these roads often lead us ultimately to where we want to be in...
Today I took a very hard test. Seems typical. But it was harder then the rest. They stood and watched me with clip boards in hand. I was so nervous I could barely stand. I started to move the ball.
Oh no. Can it be. The munchies are back. Sniffing out prey, Ready to attack. Warm toast and nutella Two rounds at least, All to sedate This grumbling beast. Crisps, chocolate's Always a winner.
Have you ever felt like this after a fight with a friend. I feel broken right now to the very core of my soul. I have now lost something that made me whole.
Only reason I'm here is for those who missed plus no offence I'm slightly pissed Bit early in the day but what can I say need something to chill me out when I'm feeling this way Don't need to...
Oh no!. The fight begins The nails dig in As I'm dragged And gagged The war I'm left sore We're fighting I'm biting Pulling out my hair Don't you even Care!!. Eww.
The friends who always ditch you The millions who out-rich you Can't reach. It'll itch you.