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Time to let out my frustration, Cos I'm fed up of all this hating, Every day, just pacing, Over some bullshit, I 'could' be facing. Time to let out my hurting, Cos I'm fed up of reverting.
#acrostic R eceding days R oll in on R estless shores E veryday is Endless E longating my snores S torms Saturate my...
it's been two weeks. officially. 14 days. since I was last touched. touched sexually. 14 days. since the last time. the last time I got high. I miss it. I have some in my room. but I can't.
#disabilityaware. Why won't they all stop looking at me. Why won't the whispers hush. Why won't they all just let me be. Do I ask of them too much. Can't they see I'm just like them.
Yo, I can't sing but I feel like singing I wanna fuckin' sing 'Cuz I'm happy, yeah, I'm happy I got my baby back, yo, check it out Somedays I sit staring out the window Watchin' this world pass me...
#confidence #MyBodyHoldsMeBack Make up excuses to wear a hoodie You just see the same things But I wear them because I don't like anything else Open my wardrobe and say I'll wear a dress Don't end...
I have never felt this before. The feel of warmth under my eyes. My tears drying up on my face because I am sick of wiping them away. The feeling of those three words. Slicing, my tender heart.
I'm bad at thinking. Maybe because. My mind jumps from. One idea to the next. I can't control my mind. And much less my body. I can't stop thinking. I can't stop moving. If I can't calm down.
Can I make a challenge. I'd like to hear about your confidence issues or what you image it feels like to have no confidence (ie the definition of me). Deadline on hhhmmm... Friday.
It's funny how many types of break downs you can get. How the lead up towards it makes you ready to snap in so many more ways than one. Today, unfortunately, events of yesterday got to me.
With hope I attach this rope. Around my neck a life of neglect. All comes to a head I deserve to be dead. A life of struggle over with one last tussle. The chair breaks and all of life's hates.
Laying in my bed last night, I heard my stomach grumble. I rushed towards the toilet, but on my way I took a tumble. My cheeks filled with sick, then it just exploded on the floor.
I'm insane?. Have you looked in the mirror lately. You've let yourself go.. What has happened to you. You're a wreck. I want the old you back.
I kept wondering what I should do for my 100th post and as I kept getting closer I finally decided to show you guys on of the first things I wrote.
Coach don't you see me trying my best. Just like everyone else I have plans, I have goals, and just like everyone else I deserve to achieve those goals.
I'm not elated, I just want to be sedated I'm tired of being frustrated, I'm tired of waiting Waiting for something but I don't know what The nausea the suspense causes me Makes me feel like I'm...
Crying alone Wanting to die People don't care Don't even ask why Fed up of the fight Lost all of my will To get up over and over It's just a steep hill I've tried so many times To fight this dark...
I don't know where to start with this I don't know where to end.
Pulling on pyjamas, Opening a bottle of beer, Cutting up dinner, Trying to wash my hair, The kitchen's new decoration, Most of a tin of soup, Asking him to help me, That's now just on a loop.
We are the strong. We are the proud. We are the broken. Who got up when we fell. Our stories are written in dust. Built from broken trails. The frail hands who raise their arms. Despite all the chaos.
Confidence can come and confidence can go. Is it a coincidence that we are not shown. A. Fenced icon*. Is what you are now. Your beauty used up by the friends you thought sound. A.
I’ve been trying to get better. Trying is a funny word. Trying can have so many definitions, depending on the person. But, please all of you know, I tried. I was clean for a month. And today.
The dreamer believing the heart found underground. Digging out, reaching for the light. Not a zombie, very much alive.
I open up my crusty eyes, But I don't want to get out of bed. There's a fog inside my brain, And doomsaying voices in my head. Why have I reached this place. Where did I come from.