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I hate the way I often sigh. And how easy things can make me cry. Like popping up to say ''oh hi!'' Then five minutes later you'll say goodbye. I hate how things will get to me.
I look at myself in the mirror with such hatred, I see imperfection looking back at me, blue tearful eyes that glare back with no emotions shown in them.
Cheesy. Literally wrote this in 5 minutes... Growing up I know is tough I'm not gonna lie; It's not a bluff. We can still play many games When I die I get the blames.
Don't tell me I'm beautiful. It makes me hurt worse. I despise your kind words-. Sorry to be terse. When you tell me I'm worth it. I just want to collapse. Because I can't listen.
I don't know where my childhood's gone To be carefree again, but the poison started young Always hated my body. Used to be annoying. Lost my friends. Gained them again.
The bottle says two. I'll take four or five. Not enough to get sick. Not enough to die. Just enough for some rest. A very deep sleep. Maybe I'll stay out for days. Maybe I'll stay out for weeks.
I'm sorry I can't have a 4.0 Or have almost-perfect grades Sorry I don't volunteer on very many days I'm sorry I don't have tons of friends Or pretty hair or eyes I'm sorry I don't tell the truth I'm...
I'll just go sit on the floor, Hands over my ears, No way in or out. I'll purse my lips, Hold my breath, Hold every last shout. I'll scream inside, Howl and roar, Until I'm without a doubt.
It bubbles up through my veins, Quicker than anything I'd care to explain, It makes my heart beat different faster somehow, My breathing becomes erratic and shallow now, I become clammy and my fists...
Mentally drained, emotionally contained. Sickness riddles my mind, Thought the mental grind. Voices condescending in tone, the feeling of darkness when alone.
I'm lost and confused. Can't find the damn door. Alone in this room. I can't take anymore. People are talking. I hear them out there. They know that I'm in here. But they just don't care.
Does anyone else feel Alone And Isolated.Alienated.Frustrated.Berated.Elated-Then-Slated.
The mirror ate you up, Swallowed you whole. The mirror defined you, Consumed your soul.
So much to do. So much in the way. I want to forget it. And just sleep all day. I don't want to leave. The warmth of the sheets. I don't want to wake. And face the workweek. I want to get sick.
A little room,. Full of darkness,. And gloom,. Where the music,. Is loud,. And there isn't,. A crowd,. Where there's blades,. On the floor,. And there's signs,. On the door,. Where there's ice,.
When the devils come to play, They always leave a mess, They have never made things better, Than before, they only guilt and stress.
"What do you mean it's too early for beer?", he said with a mischievous smile. He looked to the sky and than said with a sneer: "I havn't had beer for a while.".
I'll just go sit on the floor, Hands over my ears, No way in or out. I'll purse my lips, Hold my breath, Hold every last shout. I'll scream inside, Howl and roar, Until I'm without a doubt.
Razorblades and scarlet tears Diet pills and great big fears Food logs and the bathroom scale It's just a test you're afraid to fail A race for control A thirst for perfection The urge for...
Dahvie Vanity has taught me not to live out of fear and to stand up for myself. He is the very reason I am still here today and I thank him for teaching me all these amazing lessons in life.
I float about in search of a home, who will I dwell in next, humans are such easy prey, those weak of mind are an easy stay.
She paints a pretty picture But this story has a twist Her paint brush is a razor The canvas is her wrists.
I have a confession to make. A confession about thumbs. It really is quite dreadful, to be honest. Being blessed with all of these disorders, I can't be 100% sure where it stems from (probably my...
I could lay here and pretend I'm sane. Cry out the lies I've given just like I have been everyday.