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"Are you okay?" They pretend they want to know. I see right through their façade But I don't tell them so. "Are you happy?" If it satisfies them, then yes.
When do I stop. When do I realize it's enough. Why does it have to be me who has it so tough. There are many out there who are evil and perverse. Yet do You burden them with an infertility curse.
I have always hated it when my alarm goes off in the morning. Wanting to constantly press the snooze button and no wake up, no matter what.
There are days I long to feel, Death's cold fingers around my neck. There are mornings I wake up to, and I take my pulse to check. There are evenings where I lie down, and wish I'd never rise.
You confuse me. Play with my mind. Plant seeds in my brain. Chew me up and spit me out. You play with my emotions. I'm happy, sad. Angry and content. All in one freakin' day.
Got a few hand drawn pictures. A cigar still in the box. Got the football coach fixtures. A key for all the locks. Show me how to find, A release for my mind. I have my poster pin-up girls.
It hurts to know that you are liking/enjoying the attention from others and not from me. But, I've also come to realise that you only see me, when stripped of all the fancy words, as a friend.
**reading old journal entries it's funny to see where I was ten years ago, I thought I'd share a couple of really old pieces** so just close your eyes and count to ten everything will be ok in the...
So I lay down my head. Done for today, over the hills and far away. So tired from the battle, could as well be dead. All the pigs, the snakes, the flowers and the trees.
I don't understand your shadow, That you fail to kill with tobacco, Why does it lurk and stalk. I fear the darkness of your talk, Do you set out to scare.
I may seem strong, I may seem like I'm the most optomistic person on the planet, I may look happy, I may look like I have it all, I may look like nothing bothers me much, But for once I want to...
I feel like I'm drowning at sea. one wave crashing down onto me. with another yet to come round. water filling my mouth. stopping me from making a sound. this is what it feels. to have such secrecy.
This is not a poem. Sorry.:/ when I get angry I write instead of rant. What do you think. :) Why do you have to be better at everything.
Thrown back into the black hole. 2 years just now getting better. Took 5 minutes to put me back in the hole. Whatever I said. I should have shut up.
The dawn arrives, The pain survives... The sufferer cries... the desperate tries. And through all, I don't feel like standing tall...
I'm in Bali now. It's supposed to be a holiday for me before my reservist. I had planned to meet a friend I had not seen for quite sometime. However, it's not turned out the way I had hoped it'd be.
Laugh all you want you sick idiot, You think I'll keep it all in, that I'm not feeling it. I'm not numb, Im too soft for that purpose, But with all your blame and screams, im a dead carcass.
When your face holds a smile. But inside you are frowning. When you feel afloat. But suddenly realize you're drowning. When you're screaming and shouting. But there's no one to hear.
When I read other peoples opusses it makes my feel shallow because I don't think like that.
I feel trapped, Unwanted, Unloved. I feel trapped, Stuck, Silenced. I feel trapped, Can't get out, Can't leave. Save me. I'm stuck, Can't break free. Help me. I'm weak, And foolish.
Excuse me for being once again on the fence, But I've been here before, And I already know how it ends, Because I'm not good at it, Really not at all. I'm not good at this.
Should I paper over cracks. Or let them open wide. Shall I bottle all my secrets. And place them to one side. Should I stay above the ground. Or welcome the abyss. Shall I aim at my life's target.
I never want to hurt you. Ive never even tried. But whenever I'm around you i feel mixed up inside. We've tried and tried and tried again. To be the perfect team.
Braided rope, you sing to me. You know that I can't cope and only you hear my quiet plea. The time has come, to make a stand. Hear the deathly drum, I am at your command.