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I spend way too much time in my bed, I'm practically sleeping my life away. Got things to be doing instead, But it's so warm, sod it I think I'll stay.
Broken people don't often realise how broken they are. . iMean we put on this facade of how strong we are & end up believing that we're strong and not broken. . See I've lived a broken life for years.
The shouting drifts up the stairs, I'm the only one left, awake. My siblings are completely oblivious, To the disagreements had every night. I fumble for my iPod, Desperate to shut them off.
Butterflies, wings as cold as ice. They drag their edges through my stomach. Sick, deep down, and ready to vomit. I'm ready to fall and I'm ready to plummet. A t w i s t i n g ,. A CHURNING,.
Please don't read if you are offended by the F word. Yes you maybe fucked up in many ways. But that shouldn't mean you lock yourself away. Yes you may have the nightmares to.
I don't know what I enjoy I don't know what I want to do I don't know why I'm here I don't know who I am I don't know what's right and wrong I don't know how to let my pride go I don't know how to...
My life was my nightmare. My nightmares my dream. Whilst awake I was dying. Only alive when asleep. I would long for the demons. That exist in the dark. Much easier to deal with.
S orrow will drown you, So O pen up and swim right out. Always, R emember you've been through, Much, R ougher times of doubt. Look, O n the horizon.
Too many feelings, Emotions and all. Too much to fill, 4 poems, maybe more. Instead I shall try, To fill just one. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED, This should be fun. There once was a boy, Who loved me so.
(Just one persons view). There are people out there. Who see no other choice. They take a blade to their skin. Instead of using their voice. It's better they seek attention. Than bleeding in the dark.
Woke up this morning. Updated and fresh. But an unplanned scan. Detected a viral mess. Sitting on my bed. Tears streaming down my face. Feeling totally disconnected. Gotta get out of this place.
Spiced orange candles, Mp3 on loop, Stacks of coursework, hail storms, And a carton of cranberry juice.
~Lexi's POV. We all had an amazing time at Disney Land today, or at least I can say I did. I hung around Jaime, Tony and Rain pretty much the whole time.
Once again came across this quote but I was going through my instagram -- Darling, open your eyes. You are not made up of those words that hurt you. Or that number on the scale.
World is cruel. It ain't scary. Fear is just. Imaginary. Behind bars. Of darkness. All alone. More or less. Mentally. I cut my wrist. I ask myself. Do I exist. I hide myself. Behind the pain. Who am...
Part of this blog will consist of songs that I write when I'm feeling low. This one is called 'Keep The Light On'. Copyright of moi.
The pain in your eyes I can see clear as day, No matter how hard you try to hide it away. You're a terrible liar and I see the truth, I know how you're feeling, I've been through it too.
Stop pretending to love me, You make me sick, This dose of pills should do the trick. Nothing but negative, You contribute only hate, I wish I could remove myself from this state.
Opuss, I love you. I wish I would've found you a few years ago. This is my blog. To tell what I'm thinking. Some will relate some will give me advice. And I am thankful that here.
I don't know how to begin, I need to tell my story though. I feel so lost. Nobody understands me … anymore.
Take a needle Find your vein Stick it in Feel no pain Feeling down.
It hobbled across the kitchen, the foul stink of rot and decay seeping from it. Teeth bared, it hissed and moaned, a prowling hunger in its gut. 'Brains,' it growled.
Have you ever had one of those days Where you just want to cry. When everything you do is wrong, When you wonder why you try.
I scraped the inside of my hand coming down to xeno, I guess I grabbed a fucking branch the wrong way or something.