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A carousel of. emotions are spinning. inside my head. Eyes, the portal of. my soul have long since. been dead. A puppeteer takes. control of the strings. of my heart. Whilst the ghost.
July 17th 1997 Dear W.i.l., I have decided to call you that because it is shorter than saying "whoever is listening".
The mirror tells more than what you assume Just a reflection of light, a view 'round the room Just a scientific concept, explained in textbooks Just a piece of glass that shows people their...
Chapter Two What You Mean To Me "Kaydee can you give me a cup?" Leeyum asked. I handed a cup of Coke Cola. Ate the whole pizza while dad ate lobster.
sometimes I feel like I want to stop breathing...
I feel like I am drowning, Caught underneath a tide, Feet cannot keep to the sand, My toes just slip and slide.
Can we go back to those old days Before you were with her Back when we were happy Because we surely were Before you started smoking To find a sick escape Before I was slicing veins Just to feel...
This weekend...today...so far, all of the days leading up to Thanksgiving I am super ungrateful for and I wish to have the long, awful days erased from my memory.
Push, pull Need, don't want You like this smile. But the tears, they haunt... It's dark in here, But don't turn on the light, I need to rest, Let it's grip become my plight.
#rant *part fiction, part exaggeration.....maybe Lmfao :-) What's the matter with you.
Sunken cheeks, Hollow face. Ragged breath, Unsteady pace. Glowing skin, Lips full and red. Sparkling eyes, Glossy hair on head. Bony wrists, Unseeing eyes. Slowing heart, Slowly dies.
I just want to quickly point out, that these chapters can get quite harsh and unpleasant quite quickly, so younger and more sensitive readers please be aware.
Worthless useless good for nothing, To the table what do I actually bring.
You tell me to stay away,. And that he's trouble,. But you weren't saying that yesterday,. Well what seemed like only yesterday,. Leaving him would be a crime,. It'll only be time,.
"FUCK" I yelled. My throat hurt, my stomach hurt. My everything hurt. I was sick again thats great. Being sick and dedicating your life to a sport wasn't a great thing.
Depression known but never shown, Concealed from the face of truth, Cloaked in lies and severed ties, Obscured by the guise of youth.
Have you ever had a feeling like you just want to forget everything. All your feelings and the things you once did. That's how I feel now. And I don't mean to moan, but it's getting me down.
...when you're sad, lonely, or mad: 1. Take a deep breath 2.Listen to music 3. Write it down or opuss 4. Read a book 5. Draw 6. Sleep 7. Watch something funny or just anything 8.
Chapter One Never Perfect "Leeyum!"Where is my hairbrush?!" I yelled but then I realized Leeyum gets uncomfortable when anybody yells. "Sorry!" I shouted. "Damn it!" I thought. I yelled again.
So, I figured if I want to write, write what I know best. That would be me.
There's a blue plastic box. Tucked under my bed. Brimming with secrets. Traced from my head. Inside there's a notebook. That's purple and white. And filled with ideas. I dream of at night.
You know when you get those days when nothing goes right. I just want to find something new in my life. I'm fed up of what I'm doing at the moment.
'A dark fog forms around me, I hate myself, I don't even know why. I just want to close my eyes and say good bye...
My shakey pale hands reach up to graze my top lip. Cracked skin and pale pink I'm losing color. Dark circles make a home in the bed of my eyes.