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The battle 2 b myself is disheartening. I constantly feel the need 2 give of myself...sometimes whether I want 2 or not. I'm a people pleaser 4 better or worse...usually 4 worse.
I left school quite young, without finishing. Outrageous you may think. Meh... I hold a managerial role in IT support within a company in the top 20 of the FTSE 100.
What to do with myself. Home on my own. Usually wish I had more time. Like to have a good moan. Tonight my time is plentiful. The blissful thought is beautiful. With no car I'm staying in.
Shocking news everyone. I don't always have profound thoughts gouging insight throughout my brain. If I had to rate my brain activity this past week it would not score highly.
Insecurities. They cloud me like a hive. An angry swarm of liquid wasps. Eating me alive. Faults and failures. They run along my skin. Wearing all my flesh away. Until I'm bones; I'm thin.
The moon and stars are my companions tonight, For sleep will just not surrender it's delight. I coax and I plead, Sleep is what I need. But the worry in my head, Makes for unrest in my bed.
Sit down and write Make words flow on command You expect some great work.
There are times when you have to stop and just look behind you. You gotta think about what you have done in your life, where in the path are you now and where you wanna go from now on.
Thought I was getting better,. But the pain cuts deeper,. Sinking in easier,. I no longer struggle,. Don't want any cuddles,. One line added,. I never really had him,. Another line made,.
Falling through the sky at a million miles an hour,. An Exhilarating journey right down to the bottom,. I fell from my high fortress my self built tower,.
I think it's quite apt for me to come back, It's taken a while to get over the crap. Don't know if you've missed me, Not sure if I care. But having no outlet is more than I can bare.
The pain burns through me everyday. I try to cut holes so it can escape, Yet the wounds are not deep enough to compare with that pain.
My blood is Stone cold. My heart is On hold. My brain is Long dead. My body is Heavy led. My thoughts are Jumbled. My stomach always Tumbles. My face is Blank. My hair is Rank. My life is A mess.
. . I . (\ F /) You could see how you appear to me. Then you would be so proud.
I can't believe it's been a year, Of poetry and songs, Of novels, stories, sonnets, rhymes, There have been rights and wrongs.
My wit does me justice. By showcasing the vastness of my knowledge. In sufficient amounts. My reflection is satisfactory. For it reflects attributes that can be accepted. In sufficient amounts.
I'm a diamond Who sparkles in the sky On a starry night I'm going to let is shine I'm a diamond Who stands out the most I always do I don't mean to boast I'm a diamond Who sleeps all the...
I'm not made of crystal. Or diamonds. When I break I never become whole again. Each time I get hurt, A piece of me dies, Goes away, Disappears. When I get cut, It's deep.
Nervous anticipation Tingles down my spine. It feels like the right thing, It feels as though it's time. But there's a little doubt, In my flurried mind. What if it's not meant to be.
Sometimes life gets you down Sometimes life makes you sad Sometimes life can hurt you Sometimes life makes me lose what you have Sometimes life just throws blow after blow Sometimes life knocks you...
Playing hero, effortlessly But I'm trying to hide The peacemaker, lovely But stubborn and selfish inside I'm innocent, guilty as charged.
What is this about, What does this mean. I'm quite unsure, If it's being seen. What is the purpose, Of this quick rhyme. Is it to prosper, To live for a long time. Am I writing, For likes or love.
What am I thankful for. I don't know. I play my life ear, I go with the flow. But if I were to say, I guess I'm thankful for life. Lucky is he that lives, No matter how much he gripes.
Since my best friend turns to hate me, I started to contemplate about "friendship". We cannot live without a friend. Yet, I think it may take you a life to find who your true friends are.