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I'm doing fine, doing fine. But still they find me, plague my mind. Their demon fingers trail a thought. Thoughts I thought I had forgot. In the shadow, the cusp of sight.
I am trying to shower away the weekend, but the mix of sweat, rain, second hand smoke and marker pen won't run down the drain.
Insecurities. They cloud me like a hive. An angry swarm of liquid wasps. Eating me alive. Faults and failures. They run along my skin. Wearing all my flesh away. Until I'm bones; I'm thin.
I'm at school and everyone is here. it's a normal Monday. but normal for her isn't normal for me. she's been abused again. didn't get any sleep. scared and waiting for him to come in her room.
He had his head Stuck in the clouds. His view hindered; An empty white crowd. Up here is better, Than the chaos below. The noise unbearable, A quiet haven bestowed. And he floats, Swimming in clouds.
It starts with a single thought that pops up in your mind, and usually it's in the middle of the night.
No. Please stop. What is this about. You said you'd tell me. You promised. Next time you let your pain out. I can help. I can listen. Why don't you see I'm here. Come on. Please.
The pain burns through me everyday. I try to cut holes so it can escape, Yet the wounds are not deep enough to compare with that pain.
Look in the mirror, look at it now You've grown from a positive child to a negative teen, how.
There lives little creatures called darklings, They thrive out of the light, They fester in the darkness, But come crawling out at night, When the sun won't shine through windows, World a balanced...
Not feeling the pain anymore. Staring all day and night at the floor. Not wanting to cry anymore. My tears are dry as I told you before. Not wanting to talk anymore.
10:30pm antsy, pacing the room and studying every little nicknack on my bedside table...all I hear is my mother locking up for the night 12:06am anxious...I'm the only one awake.
One cut Two cuts Three cuts, four Come now, dear What's one more.
Lets all just blow our brains out beside the river. the whom has taken over. life is empty and your a bitch. if we get it right, one bullet will take both of us. or I could be a prostitute.
There's a million micro drummers Playing rhythms in my head They've been there since I woke And they're staining my mood red Pills for paradiddles Make me feel like trash Every little movement's...
Yeah, here I am again.. This time the world is crashing down around my head.. That I wish that I was on the move...
#CarlosTheEmoTurkey Hello people of earth. My name is Carlos and I am an emo turkey, THE emo turkey, actually. I grew up in Portugal and spend 364 days a year locked up in a mental institution.
My best friend just asked me to cheer her up because of some stress she's having from school and other more things. I didn't tell her I was dealing with the same stress but with different reasons.
Dear Doctor, look at this mess... Sorry to say, We made it. We're hopeless, This isn't what you'd call romantics, Can you stitch together a mess in me. No.
I'm that girl that everyone thinks is okay. I'm normal, ya know. I'm that girl that no one expects to have problems at home. But I do..
My tears roll as rough as the ocean waves down my face. It's only so much I can take. The emptiness and loneliness hurts, and the people laughing at you. The voices inside my head.
To the majority of people home is a safe place, a sanctuary. To me it's a place where I feel alone, a place where I don't want to be.
WARNING- contains some offensive Language. I am the Bully's victim, Me, believe it or not; The smartest in the class, Well, smarter than them lot.
The rain pours. My heart hurts once more,. A torrential downpour,. Creating puddles on the floor,. My tear cascades like the rain,. Not as heavy but with more pain,.