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Walls contain me in the dark, Dripping black to swallow whole, Buried alive in shadow, Shrouding both my heart and soul.
Take a break. Wolf a Kit Kat. Thinking of. This and that. Past few days. Have been shite. I couldn't smile. Try as I might. My emotions. Are raw sometimes. Often hurt. By the hurtful kind.
Twirling me about in the midnight wind, Helping me see the sun again.
Now you may see me laughing and smiling, now you may think I look happy. But there's so much more behind a smile, so much more than you'll ever see.
© 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.