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They say to write a poem you must always use your mind. So why do words just come to me when my mind is left behind. I go to sleep, or so I think, and then they rush inside my head.
I am not the same as you. Your like everyone else a program. You don't feel the emotions I feel. You can't you don't understand them. You've never experienced been depressed.
She had a canvas. Her only paint brush was a knife and her body was the canvas. She made many marks but it wasn't beautiful. She did that on purpose, only to make herself look the way she felt inside.
I feel sorry for the happy people who don't know what it's like because some of them want so badly to understand and help but I know that they never, ever will no matter how much I try to explain to...
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I want you to care For your life. Don't torture yourself, For a start it isn't right. You cut yourself continuously, As if you don't feel the pain. In the end just think- what will you gain.
sleep. I want to sleep. but I don't. I love how my mind is when it's this late. it's open. it's honest. words can flow. I need to brush my teeth. I need to wash my face. I need to.
Have you ever felt so unwanted and depressed that you're at the verge of bursting into tears. I feel like that probably most of the time.
Why does it matter if I have scars on my body. Why does it matter if I refuse to hide my scars in shame. Why does it matter to you. It's my life. I am who I am.
Disagree with statement =0 Agree with statement =3 Add up your answers and find out tomorrow. 1. I rarely plan ahead. I’m a spur-of-the-moment kind of person 0 1 2 3 2.
two am. thunder. pouring shame. pouring rain. my mind wonders. my body still. forgot to take all my pills. the ones I need. my doctor told me this. don't ask why,. just take the hint. no you're crazy.
Im not sorry , that i feel stupid everyday. Im not sorry , that i have problems in school and no one to help me. Im not sorry , that i have no friends to tell my problems to.
Been together from the start till these memories tore us apart. Iv always been told that I will fail , I'd rather just end you and go to jail. For you life is so great , cause you never received...
that girl you just called fat. She's overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly. She spends hours putting on make up in hope people will like her. See that man with the ugly scars.
I feel like a bird in a cage, desperately trying to find flight and escape. That's all I want to do, gain my wings and finally learn how to fly.
See into the windows of my mind and tell me what you see, unfolding emotions written in pictures that make no sense, patterns reflecting images of my past, present and future, fantasy that tells the...
It calls me closer, its calls me near "Just once and it'll be over" Death whispers in my ear Irresistible is its sweet entice Staring down, which one to slice, I observe my previous tries My...
She couldn't take it anymore. The hurting and the pain. She'd found a way of escape. But it brought everything but gain. Her mother kissed her boyfriend. While her baby brother cried.
Dark water disguised drags me into it's lies, but they're mine. I can't hide as the tide closed in over my head. Hope is the distant lighthouse I can't reach, choking on words unable to speak.
Pick, pick on me. That's all you do I'm your target, it's just me and you.
Sometimes I think I'm going crazy, I know it sounds like a cliche , But I'm being deadly serious , I have to question this.
#beginningline #nightdwellers I apologize that this is so long. A week before the winter solstice, a fire crackling merrily in the hearth and hot chocolate in hand, she sat down upon the sofa.
Hello again, today is Wednesday, December 5, 2012. How does one know when one is crazy.
*Bad language. I've been pondering (more than usual) lately, the importance of forgiveness.