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Just one time... Do I have it in me. I really do try, Can't anyone see. Unsure where I'm going, No path I choose is right. The dark road that I travel, Never seems to have any light.
Have you ever cried without shedding a tear. A heart that feels too heavy - almost more than you can bear. Songs on the radio rip you all apart.
As you try to live your life. All your fears get in your way. You try to go to your special place. Away from all the pain and hate. Where all worries disappear. And everything seems crystal clear.
The people have turned against me. And I don't know what to do. For the stars are ever shining. And the sky is ever blue. The rivers are still running. And the mountains, they still stand.
Everything my dear Has been going wrong Death decided to grip my throat and never let go, until I give up. I won't, I'm a fighter But the feeling is so content, so tempting, I could never.
Scars remain as faded memories of a time where wrists where painted red and thoughts where painted black. I am the artist of my own demise, a portrait of my life drawn onto my wrists in blood red.
I've just recently got likes on a old Opuss .. It's called 'Cutting' I wrote it months ago .. I barely remember. My life has changed so much for the better. I was lost in despair.
Feeling this pain I collapse into bed Not in my body In my heart and my head All I see is darkness Quickly closing in I can't escape it's evil grasp I fight but never win The feeling overwhelms...
I try to fend off the cold all around Its ominous presence in the background. I try to hide but I am found. It slowly kills me without a sound.
Meet Miss Perfect Izzy. A girl who's always well. Her face is like the sunshine. But the inside burns like hell. Meet Miss Perfect Izzy. With skin a perfect white. Except under that bandage.
I could sleep a lifetime, My eyes would flutter shut, Take me to a land of dreams, Escaping from this rut.
How are you feeling. A very simple question, To which many can't answer, With an honest confession. You truly wish to know, How I feel inside, To know my thoughts, And the feelings I hide.
Swamped, suffocating, Pressure to smile. Yet the plastered grin mask goes unrecognised. Angered screams of help muffled by blankets of stronger louder voices, Defacing my screams into white noice.
I fall asleep. To melancholy. And drip away. To the unholy. I rise up high. Into my thoughts. And drift away. To stomach knots. An emptiness. Takes over me. And pulls me to. A vacant sea.
It's so hard to appreciate everyone. It's so hard to stay happy at times like this. Every time I get upset, I go back to that one main thing that makes me even sadder.
I could cry, Let out a sigh, Tension high, Not sure why. Nothing really matters, Compliments won't flatter. By day I'm getting fatter, Trying to get by.
I don’t think this ever stops. I think it takes control ever so slowly without you even noticing. Eventually, you’re caught up in this mess and it’s terrifying. You try to escape, but it’s too late.
Locked in a cage with no where to escape. Breathing hard. Heartbeat beating furiously. Not knowing if you'll be alive that much longer. Slowly dying in pain. Heart is broken. Your mind is the cage.
beat myself up too bad I can't get up there's one solution glass bottle been sitting in my closet aging waiting I want to drink it drown into bitterness help me escape I hate my life my life is...
she couldn't walk on her own she was simply too afraid there was so much grief around her so many dead bodies that just laid I'm not talking about murder I'm not talking about death I'm talking...
I stand here. Just staring at empty space. I daren't feel. My fears I cannot face. They twist my gut. My chest feels tight. In this tunnel of mine. There is no saving light. I walk with a dark cloud.
She wears a mask upon her face. She hates those inevitable judgements. All she wants is to find a place.
Did you ever think it would be That little girl with the tiny curls framing her face and the dimples The one who's eyes glowed Who would throw the ball at a stranger Ask their name And smile.
I haven't even gotten on Opuss in a shamefully long time. The truth is I've been completely dry of inspiration.