My Decision
Time goes by so slowly, decisions made and done. The actions of a coward, though brave enough for some. Hallucinations of a man, whos sealed his own dark fate.
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Time goes by so slowly, decisions made and done. The actions of a coward, though brave enough for some. Hallucinations of a man, whos sealed his own dark fate.
Padded room,. Locked door,. Safe from harm,. Yet still. Insecure,. Drugs don't. Work,. Mind races,. She's walked. The room,. A million paces,. Not insane,. Just mixed. Messages,. Tap tap tap,.
The veil of sanity. Shields my face. Behind this facade. Madness does grace. The whispers torment. The shouts they hurt. Inner turmoil drives. My face in the dirt. Perplexed of mind.
Run run. 'Til fat drips off. Never slow. Never stop. Starve starve. 'Til your hands shake. And your hair falls out. And your insides ache. Binge purge. 'Til your throat burns. And your teeth chip.
Mirror mirror on the wall, I want to be pretty, skinny and tall. Mirror mirror if I change my hair, Maybe someone might start to care.
You seem so perfect on the outside. But I wonder what it must be like inside. Is your mind corrupted by your pride. So filthy with fake beauty. That you can't see what is right.
Too afraid to gain a pound So you just walk away You live your life alone With no one around It's the one thing you can control Was it the stress.
#bestofopuss Gave this one a title finally.
My lack of sleep leaves me in complete despair, It makes my mind feel as though its in need of repair.
'In the eeeend, as we fade into the night. Ooooh whoaooaaa. Who we'll tell the story of your LIIIIIFE!' Sometimes, I can see an image of a girl dangling her legs over a cliff edge.
Your pretty they say. But I cannot see. What they mean to say is your ugly. Yeah that sounds right. Your skinny they say. What nonsense do they speak. Are they blind. That they cannot see.
The coming and going , The rust lamp shades showing in which way the wind is blowing So I'll keep my spirit , like river Flowing Until corpse crow starts Cawing This maw needs sawing Mind...
I fall asleep. To melancholy. And drip away. To the unholy. I rise up high. Into my thoughts. And drift away. To stomach knots. An emptiness. Takes over me. And pulls me to. A vacant sea.
It was cold. I was freezing. I had a few more miles to go. walking through the snow. makeup smeared from the night before. neighbors staring, "what a whore". what more can I say.
Locked in a cage with no where to escape. Breathing hard. Heartbeat beating furiously. Not knowing if you'll be alive that much longer. Slowly dying in pain. Heart is broken. Your mind is the cage.
L onging for a saviour, I 'm in need of lifting. F orlorn and in danger, E ver more just drifting. T here's something coming close, H e's there, up in the distance.
Sticks and stones - I suppose there's only so many times you can shift your weight between the balls of your feet and blink while they, with their forked tongues of concrete and stone are throwing...
I have a monster in my head and it wants to come out You've fed it, it has grown from your actions did it sprout I try to hold it back but it's so utterly mad I can't hold it back it's the worst...
Fires ablaze within my eyes, A smile concealing all my lies, Screaming, begging, calling out, A final, frantic, desperate, shout.
New. Newer. Less. Fewer. I'll get slimmer. Skip dinner. Be the clear winner. Thin. Thinnest. Thinner. Thinner. Always thinner. Never enough. Always too much stuff. Too many voices. Too few choices.
This is my song. This is the song that I sing...... Life is my addiction, Coke can enable me, Heroinspire me, But life is my addiction.
You don't know how it feels, To be imprisoned in an emotional chamber full of fear, Gated with iron knives, So if you try to get out, they dig deep into your skin, soul, and feed off of your fear.
I have bruises on my hands and grass stains on my cheeks. I have holes in the photographs. I'm so so weak.
Tracing over long healed scars. Cuts unnoticed. Below radars. Hickeys from my one true love. My razorblades. What pain is made of. Memories of scarlet tears. That blur confusion. Dilute my fears.