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© ZuperZed Empty eyes, endless hole. Feel the darkness surrounding my soul. My inner demons looking for a fight. Silent screams, another sleepless night. ...she... Bloodshot eyes filled with fear.
I tried to be strong. I tried to be secure. Not only for me,. But also for her. Trying so hard to be tough. But I'm just putting on an act. Nobody knows anything is wrong. It's courage that I lack.
Scariest word: Asylum. Biggest fear: Masked murderers. Scariest person: Girl who went missing (she was just ill) but I still think she's haunted.
#halloweenparty #setting. The creatures are coming soon,. From my head they leap,. Because it is here in my room,. The dark is here when I sleep,. No matter for graveyards,. Or red blood in the snow,.
I'm so slowly falling apart,. It's like being teared at the heart,. My muscles are dull aching,. And my limbs are shaking,. My fingers are numbing,. My ears are loud humming,. My skin is now peeling,.
Choked up. Crying hard. It hurts. So much. Feels like. A hole. Deep inside. My soul. How can. I be. So empty. But feel. so full. Like someone. Is pushing. Against my skull. Breaking me. From the.
I am sad. Yes I am. Do not tell me to smile. I am frowning for a reason. My heart is heavy. Full of rocks. Glass in my throat. Ripping and tearing. My muscles are jelly. Quivering and shaking.
Why should I live, when I'm downing in tears. Why should I try, when I'm face to face with my fears. I scream but no one hears, I'm behind a glass door in a room made of mirrors.
Tonight the spell screams within, She's come to me again, But tonight she feels like clinging on, And I've given up trying to give in. She whispers in my ear, Breathes heavily down my neck..
Stand on the edge, Tied to a noose, Not too tight, Not too loose. Stepping off, One more thought, Granddad says You better not. Do not see me Way up here It's not your time, Nowhere near.
Be happy be glad.
Life is something you cannot choose for yourself. If you are given life; it's your choice whether you believe that to be good or bad; lucky or unlucky.
It's something that's done in secret: a sin that's feels bittersweet. A cry for help that no one hears; a line of agony the visible sign. If some see, cliche excuses are dragged down from thin air.
I can't be arsed today I've nothing interesting to say Motivation walked out the door Oh I can't be bothered anymore If you see my mojo, send it home As I am here, grumpy and alone I'm tired and just...
Taking razors, cutting arms What's the point in all this harm There's really no reason, your just upset Just go for a walk, or go buy a pet Scarring your arms won't help a thing Just share your...
A cry for inspiration, Run of desperation. No way to turn, Life makes me burn. Ready to go to sleep, One so long and deep. Ready for endless dreams, To run from the screams.
I've laughed,. I've cried,. I've made bad decisions,. I've cheated,. I've lied,. I've been to prison,. I've stolen,. I've abused,. I've lost my way in drugs,. I've fallen,. I've risen,.
I'm smiling like I slept with a Hanger in my mouth, I'm dancing round In circles, doing laps Around the house, My brain is doing Backflips while My heart beats Along in time, I can't help but sing...
The faint sirens sounding,. The screech of wheels hits,. All connected to the phone ring,. Which tears me to tiny bits,. I can't control my distress,. The depression, the anger,.
How is it, it always seems to follow me. Even when I’m not within the bounds of my very own self-made prison-cell; wallowing in self-pity.
Pound. Pound. Pound. A pounding. Deep in my head. Beating my brain. Steadily, it treads. I can't focus. It's drumming too loud. Inviting a grieving pain. Hanging as a cloud. Deeper. Louder. Harder.
Somedays it's way easier just 2 disconnect from society ...days like this when nothing goes right & the overwhelming idea comes n2 play that ur pissing off everyone u come n contact wit...or the...
My tongue is like a viper Waiting for the next victim.. I mean passer by Who senses my foul mood Of paranoid defensiveness But still... Against all warning crosses the room.
You can turn off the lights, You can climb into your bed, But you cant turn off your mind, The thoughts running through your head.