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I don't know how it happens. I can be so happy one second. I've got the bottle in my hand, and I know not one thing is stopping. None of you will miss me.
#acrostic B e she mottled ugly, E ven be she scored, A ll he sees is ugliness, U til that wretch is stored.
I I slump my way through the labyrinth of grey Through chilled corridors, my eyes on the floor At my feet a spiral staircase.
Hopelessness. That sick feeling. The feeling when you get tired of waiting, when you are scared to hope, when you don't want to hope at all. But of course, it's not your choice.
When I was naive and the days were longer I was obliviously stronger My mind was younger and my love grew fonder I just didn't know...
She smiles but she's not really happy. She asks but she doesn't want to know. She talks but she isn't saying anything. She laughs but she doesn't find it funny. She cries but it doesn't mean anything.
There is a pain she feels inside When people say she's strong Imagine if they knew the truth...
Inside me. Come out. You make me scream. Shout. I don't want. To talk. Or move. Just walk. Be free. I wish. My mind. Cold dish. Eat me. I'm gone. All alone. Just one. I can't talk. Barely breathe.
"I sit in darkness when in times, I'm lost running through my mind, Got a son in whom my life.. Is where it lives and where it dies.
Your lost aren't you. Your sitting there.. On the ground.. Drowning in your thoughts and waiting for someone go come save you.. But they never came, did they. Your sitting there.. Waiting and...
The serpent of doubt. Slithered too close. Self satisfaction. A long gone ghost. The taunts of torture. Smirk and goad. My once light thoughts. Now a heavy load. Eclipsed by fear. Overwhelmingly so.
Lub-d Lub-d. Not all there in full working order. Can you die of a broken heart.
Bright blue pools of the deepest feelings and emotions, shown through a fluorescent thin shield of happiness.
Oh empathy what tragedy, behold on me, do i see be. Another soul, another life. Blessed with sorrow, filled with strife. The simple things, thou have denied, deny my touch, foretell my life.
A flesh that is not filled with scars, yet covers the scars. Scars carved into your bones because that is how deep it hurt you.
Sometimes, here in the dark, I struggle to find myself Here in the dark, I find a shell A shell of a girl, a shell of a life.
Written for some photos I have just taken. Look in their eyes. You'll find all the lies. All the hopes and dreams. The tears run in streams. Lying to themselves all this time.
T omorrow is the start. H ow will my life pan out. E verything got so dark, U ntil I learned to shout. N ew things on the horizon, K icking out the doubt.
-Solider on- ~the temper trap~ who wants to know all that is gold is rusting no one will know when seasons cease to change and how far we've gone how far we're going it's the here and the now and...
I guess I'll fall into this trap. I guess I have no choice. I tried to scream but no one heard. I guess I have no voice. These wounds I thought that time would heal. I guess that I was wrong.
Your face is river, ever flowing, changing upon every tide, A simple poison is not knowing, whether you should run and hide. But most time it's contained as so by fake, unjust serenity.
A rustic world of anger. A trauma, far from slain. I glance away from reality. And find myself in pain. I write about being happy. I write about being sad. Experiences from within.
I woke up this morning Sitting in a pool of light Drifting through my window, Warming to the sight.
I try to fly, But how I fall. I try to run, Instead I crawl. I try to scream, Instead I breathe. I try be calm, But I just seethe. I try to smile, But tears precede. I try to follow, Instead I lead.