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Shaking hands, Looking into a shadow land, Reaching up to a dusty shelf, Hoping to find a piece of myself. Tragedies in ink, Words of my own hell. Anything to mean something to me.
Is everyone like this. Does everyone have talks with themself. Not just silly chatter, but real, meaningful talks in which part of you is argueing with the other.
I stood in between the lanes where different sizes of vehicles drove pass me. I stared blankly ahead, completely aware of the danger I was placed into.
she screamed "no". it broke the silence. it was sharp like shooting a window with a pistol. it shattered the eerie quietness. the quietness of everyone looking away.
I almost laughed as I picked up the gun. It'd be too easy. No note, no tears, nothing. Only the sound of the gunshot and the second of searing pain. I have 30 minutes until they're home.
Spiraling towards the ground That's where my body'll be found Nobody will understand why Or even give a try I fall, fall, fall Waiting for the end of it all Air rushing past Grass coming up...
A knife to flesh To cut the skin Realising blood And tension within. A fist to stone To break the bones Covering up All the pain within.
#augustwriteaday That picture haunts me mommy The knife, your arm, the blood, Although you quickly shut the door And said you never could.
It takes years, you start with hating living, not even considering ending your life, then you start wishing you'd die, yet not doing anything about it. Finally you entertain the thought.
I'm going to throw myself down the well, Keep falling until I meet hell. There I can escape you... And the things you make me want to do. You'll never have me be a bother.
Delirious with poisoned mind,. The room is one dark blur,. Cup of toxins in one hand,. And sleeping tablets on the floor,. Soaked wires in petroleum,. And cut the phone cords short halfway,.
It would take five seconds. Not even. To never see anything again. But something holds me back, makes me look up as the evening sun sinks lower into the sky. Nobody cares, I remind myself.
It's sad how I ache to get to my daily dose of my only hope. The way I love to feel it fill my lungs with smoke. Burning the back of my throat, constricting my chest. Leaving my mouth with a dry coat.
Go to sleep and close you're eyes, and dream of broken butterfly's. That tore there wings against a thorn, you know the pain that they have endured.
They tell me just to smile, And play along the game, But no matter how i fake a smile, I still feel will the pain.
This maybe a little explicit. Just wanted to vent about feelings I had in the past. I sometimes worry it'll all come back when times get hard. I'm sitting here alone and quiet.
This maybe a little explicit. Just wanted to vent about feelings I had in the past. I sometimes worry it'll all come back when times get hard. I'm sitting here alone and quiet.
The shadows curled Around me. Smothering heart And soul. Forcing me to turn To see That I had lost my goal. I gave up on my life Then. The pain exceeding Hope. I'd lost the power To carry on.
The moon shines bright, But it's light can't heal, The sadness deep, inside I feel. My soul pleads for mercy, Secrets tearing me apart, I lock then all away, in the middle of my heart.
I've calmly put away the gun Decided there must be someone To help me stand up in the night And get me thru the bright daylight I know full well it must be wrong It's with the living I belong But...
Untitled My thoughts are sleepy, consciousness gone. This fidgeting will not stop. I want to sleep forever as this dark tune sings unto me, a lullaby. So soothing this voice makes me feel.
I look in the mirror; I see my life. I glance at my hand; There is a knife. Should I do it. The pain won't last. Maybe I won't feel it; If I do it fast.
Late at night im sitting here crying. Lonely and cold inside im slowly dying. Confused and hurting with no outlet. Living my life with lots of regret. Asuming happiness will never be found.
Her hair flows with the soft wind. I call her name out but she doesn't turn back. I hear the waves roaring louder and louder as she takes every step. The waves seem hungry, hungry for warm human...