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with teardrops falling from my eyes. and my heart getting ready to fly. I feel like this is goodbye. to old me that was surely nice. A change is needed to fix my weeping heart.
These statistics were calculated from experience. You are most likely to have your first period when your Mum's in Germany for work and you're at home with your Dad and Brother.
How'd I survive without it. It's almost as good as air. The burn in the back of my throat... That taste that is so rare. I've always been one too drink, But too this, nothing can compare.
I wonder often about this and that. Things most people wonder at.
He opened up the post, it was a letter, quite a sight Decree Absolute across the top in black and white He read it once, and then again, upon his face a smile He'd have to tell his mates at work, in...
We have this battle every morning, Don't want to get up as I know it's dawning.
I feel like I'm expected to meet the World's expectations for everything and I just don't. I don't like playing by the rules, but that seems to make me an outcast.
I looked upon the sky this night, the stars were such a pretty sight, But then my eyes found something strange, I saw it from a "far-away" range, It was a big black star, it was like heaven's...
Stitch me back together,. Frayed edges,. Threads of cotton,. I can still see the seams. Where the patchwork joins,. Awkward, jarring,. Colours that shouldn't ever. Sit next to each other.
When I was diagnosed, as having B.P.D, I didn't know if I was lost or found, or who I was meant to be.
No, don't you worry about me I'll survive, just wait and see. True, I asked you for your help But you've no time for someone else.
Real name: Rock Bottom. I'm Writing this because I've been there more than once and every time I have, I imagine this.
Apathy. Slowly grabs my heels and then lets go of me. I'm turning on my head like there's no gravity. I'm trying to survive but I'm a casualty. And all I wanted was the crown. Total disregard.
You push me harder every time If it’s always like this Then say goodbye I deserve better than this You can be all I ever need Then you change your mind You decide I’m not good enough How can you be...
There was one day I remember and I'll never forget. It was a Friday and the thing about this Friday was that i had only eaten 6calories.
This is the story of my battle with depression..my Black Dog. Ultimately, it is a story of Hope.
(Part fiction. Part not.) How do you define what a hero is. Is it a measure of power, skill or prowess, or is it character.
As my other post says, I'm not the most confident person when it comes to talking to people that I don't know, especially girls.
You're burdened and scared, And don't know where to go, But you can always call for me. Your heart stops short, And your lungs cave in, But I've seen far worse than you.
I have it. In a way it decapitates me in many areas of my life. It hinders my growth and it puts high walls to my relationships. I call it a disease because it harms me in many ways.
No matter how fast she ran, She could never reach the end. She could never manage to reach her goal. It kept getting further and further away. And there were many hurdles to overcome. So, one day.
I don't come from a fucked up family. My father drinks to reach his happiness...and my mother says NOTHING.
Wrestled with my conscience tried to keep it real Simple curse of a reckless life my schemes turn the wheel Hit the bar drained the glass didn't count the cost Blind believers Self promoters Nothing...
She cries because she's ugly, she cries because she's alone. She cries because her parents won't listen, she cries when he won't answer his phone.