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I wish I could climb these duvet mountains. Escape the wallpaper that threatens to blind me. Run free of the raindrops and sweat that salivate from the dirty city.
'Excuse the mess', her voice trickled through, as I walked into the room. Piles and piles of dirty plates and cups -all stacked up, like a junkyard shop.
Darkness falls. So do I, Felled like an oak, or maybe more like a little birch. The axe wasn't sharp enough to finish the job in one swing...
So on the advice of one who wrote a poem so beautiful that it is worthy of daily prayer (@sarahgamal, "Namaste"), I will set a few blogs to explain where I am.
Happiness erupts from within,. My sorrows have lifted and they're now drifting,. The cloud of anxiety turns to a smile,. I've not felt so free in a long while,.
#disabilityaware Being a parent comes with it's highs and lows and it's fair share of happiness, sadness and sheer frustration. Today is a day of sheer frustration.
Every scar on my skin leaves me a memory of my past phycological issues. Phycological Issues that used to make me cry Myself to sleep at night and where id hold my teddy bear tight.
It's a question of time. You made me smile. You made me cry. I loved you and i hated you. I found you beautiful and I found you ugly. You loved me and you hated me. I hated myself too, don't worry.
I have a nice room But what does it matter if I don't want to be in there. I have nice siblings But what does it matter if they all moved away and I can't see them when I want.
This life, lost -I no longer believe the need. This life, too dark -I often, cry, bleed. This life, encompassing -takes too much out, doesn't let me scream.
#acrostic. *a chance I've misunderstood the word. More and more I lose all hope. Each morning it's harder to rise. Light seems so dull and ever so bleak. An emptiness I hold inside.
The story Of your life Is so twisted Because someone from your life is missing It's funny how at the worst possible time music is so relatable.
I was on Tumblr, looking at a blog of a new follower. The whole blog was basically about suicide, cutting, and drugs.
#repostthatnobodysaw My mother brings me here Every day for an hour, She thinks it will help, But it just makes my mood sour.
Is everyone blind. Don't they see the pain in her eyes. Don't they see the tears that she cries. No, for she is dead to the world. If her face didn't show tomorrow, no one would care.
#acrostic. Maybe it's time to ask for help. Engage with a stranger and say. Look just stand there and listen. And let me get this pain out. Nowadays the desolation wins. Chased by repeated nightmares.
Doctor Doctor I cannot sleep, I'm waken half the night counting sheep, What am I supposed to do, It's even worse than catching flu.
You know I always stay up without sleeping, And think to myself, What will I do in the time being, Until I figure out myself wealth.
Let’s think about the title for a second. Filter filler What do I mean by that. First, I need to explain what I mean by filter.
7. "What are those?" Leeann asks when I give her her medicine, "Something you need to take ok?" She shakes her head, "Those made Daddy sad," she runs down the hall to her room and shuts the door.
I have not been saved. I have not been forgiven. I thought i was lost. I thought i was broken. I felt hopeless and empty inside. Save me from me and myself. I don't want to burn in this firey hell.
Hey nice to meet you, What's your name. I don't mean to be rude, But we look exactly the same. Same strawberry blonde hair, Pale skin and Blue eyes, Freckled cheeks, You look at me with surprise.
I'm standing on a bridge, I'm waiting in the dark, I thought you'd be here, Not looking in the park.
6. We're sitting in the hospital waiting room, Leeann running in circles around the coffee table in front of us.