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I would jump out of my skin. Breathe all the negativity in. Burn those bridges down. Stay underwater til I drown. Bring the moon and the stars, come running from afar.
When clouds of pain loom in the sky, When a shadow of sadness flickers by, When a tear finds it's way to the eye, When fear keeps the loneliness alive, I try and console my heart.
In anger you clench your fist - not driven by violence but in desperation of trying to hold on to the last thread of a clear mind.
I'm going insane in the brain. A cliché, I know. My thoughts I simply cannot train, as I'm slowly losing my marbles with these incoherent garbles.
She looks in the mirror and asks herself every day, Is she beautiful. A joke or a comment about her image, Stains the white canvas in her mind. And then she wonders, Is she thin enough.
I whisper gently into an eternal dream. Come to me. Chasing shadows in a dark room. Illusive voices calling me. Come to me. I lay my plans on a floor of glass. Transparent yet it only reflects myself.
It hurts to look at yourself in the mirror and hate yourself, look into the mirror and wonder what ever happened to that smile that used to shine so bright.
What is this torture. Sleepless I awake, wishing the pain to stop, I am taken. Shaken and breathless, Selfish and faceless, Fantasy haunting my reason, Can I forget now. Please.
Look in the mirror Hate what I see Ugly and jealous Looking at me. Hate that I hate What I see deep within When I should be content In my body and skin.
Mottled skin, Dark rings around her soft eyes, So much ink, Coverin' up the danger and lies.
I hate that smile, the one I plaster on my face, the one that says I'm happy. The only thing that tells otherwise are my words. The words that honestly tell you I'm not okay.
lying there in the molten darkness, what could i do. powerless, weak, the failure if my generation. unable to say what i felt or stick up for myself by saying the simple word.
You sit there staring at the truth, looking at it through a desperate and deathly glare. Let me tell you, it will not go away, nor will it falter or become dismayed.
It's hard to fight our emotional connections with situations and people. Thoughts can be prevented through distraction and procrastination but emotions are existent and merely suppressed or expressed.
When the toll of Life is more than I can bear to hear. When darkness prevents me from seeing the sunlight. I try to look for the answer and it's nowhere to be found.
Pressure. A word with the power to break someone. Pressure from friends. Pressure from classmates. Pressure from teachers. Pressure from myself. I am not broken yet.
Howling gives my spine a chill, The wind picks up, On my window-sill, The fly-away hairs, Obscure my sight, Lend me your hand, And bring the light.
Who can offer me sanctuary. Who can offer me peace. When I am done fighting monsters, will I find what lies beneath. Will I settle into stagnation. Will the voices hush to silence.
Excuse me, I didn't mean to interrupt, I just wanted to say that your soul is corrupt, With words insisting that you aren't any good, That you would be a little better if you simply could; Starve...
Does it sadden you to know that you are nothing more than layers of flesh hiding bone. That when the sun goes down you'll be nothing but alone. It does for me.
There's a certain chill unique to empty houses. Even when you're in Cairo's notoriously warm April.
Don't you know that I'll be around to guide you. Through your weakest moments to leave them behind you. Returning nightmares only shadows. We'll cast some light and you'll be alright for now.
I often sit and think of the past, of who I used to be that girl used to have it all it was everything she could see.
Okay. I can do this Smile. Sigh. I walk through the crowd, surprised that no one has realised my false pretence that I try so dramatically to pull off. Or maybe they have given up on me.