Pride May Kill
Well..it will probably Kill me. Although, it will probably be said it was the cancer/virus/accident/disease etc etc etc. And I Don't digress. One thing I was brought up with, was the concept of Pride.
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Well..it will probably Kill me. Although, it will probably be said it was the cancer/virus/accident/disease etc etc etc. And I Don't digress. One thing I was brought up with, was the concept of Pride.
My OCD's invaded every single day Got this affliction on the cheap but boy, it makes me pay Invited to a party, we're ready but please wait We're not going anywhere 'til the remotes are straight I'm...
I cant give you rainbows and butterflies. I'm a holy mess, but you would'nt like me otherwise. I'm sorry. I can't even give you certainty. All that I have, is passion and urgency.
Darkest night of my life, My emotions are crying behind my cold exterior. No one to confide in only the crippled hand of suicide that offers me a fake hope, an easy way out.
I feel so lonely, bring on tomorrow, I bring the show on, I'll show you where I'm from, none of you know me, so no judging please.
I like drinking, drinking's my friend. And maybe one day, it'll be the end of me. And I'm thinking, "maybe that's true" But drinking's a thing, I'm always gonna do. I like drinking, it's pretty cool.
Now my life isn't the best. The beat thing in my life is my family and my beat friend, I get bullied a lot and I hate how people can put people's feelings down its horrible and selfish.
I am silenced by the gutless, in their towers of ivory and gold, muted into violence, as all of my cards they hold. Bastardised by a label, I am England's forgotten son.
I eat well and I keep clean, I drink but I never get mean, I eat well and I keep clean, I drink but I never get mean, Early morning's coming, I know I should go home, But I wanna have a good...
-Saying No- I think a common misconception, about people with eating issues is that they have less trouble than a healthy eater would at saying no to things. Lies. That is SO false.
Time after time, I am knocked down. Fight after fight, I end on the ground. The air of life is pushing on me, Is it too much to ask for room to breathe.
That moment When in a group, You go to speak next. But someone unknowing Has already taken Half of your words. It's half life.
Please dont cry. Im always here. Dont live a lie. Please dont fear. Trapped lost inside. Dont lose your pride. Always abide. Dont lose yourself without having tried. Hell knows your still alive.
On a daily basis I'm called negative, reason being is that I find it hard to display my emotions if they even surface at all.
Who were you to judge me. Why did you think you were better than me. And in the event that you actually could be, Why would I need to think I am unworthy.
There you were waiting in disguise, so lean and provocative that most would despise. As you lit up my life, with your addictive scent, all of my goodness that belonged to me, went...
Even though this is not my diary, just like twitter an facebook aren't, It still makes me feel better to post what I feel an get it out of my system some way.
I really need to sort myself out because life's just gonna end up passing me by and before you know it I'll be an old man who wasted his life.
When you laugh at me. You laugh at the sea. You laugh at the flowers and bumble bees. When you laugh at me. Your just a wannabe. A girl with a treasure chest. Missing the key. When you laugh at me.
I'm so jealous. You're so pretty, And I'll never be like you. I wish I has your hair, Your eyes, Your face. Just everything. And I love you, You're my best friend. You're like my sister.
Maybe it's the beers I have drunk this evening. Maybe it's the fact that I have been at work since six this morning.
Taste is a fickle thing. I have, in the past met people in social circles, and although, as mentioned in another Blog, I am still single and Unmarried.
Dear Someone, You were the reason I actually wanted to try to get my act together. You pushed me to be the best person I could be. And it challenged me in the best way possible.
Ok, here's the next installment of my backwards story, the wrong side of bed. Hope you like it. I can't wait for tomorrow.