Fade, Focus
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.
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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.
When I look in the mirror, I hate what I see. Disappointment staring back at me. Let down myself, my family and my savior. I am everything I hate, everything I fear.
I want to write, but words are so far away. While my thoughts are overflowing, taking control of me. You don't know my happiness because its not even there. I'm alone, no one seems to care.
I have been here many times before. I am alone. Nothing new there. This is just how it is. How it has been for the last twenty years or more.
I sit upon my throne of glass, Look across my land, The sea, the beaches, and the trees, The miles of stretching sand.
A weak heart. For a weak mind. For those torn apart. And left behind. The shadows sneak up. They snatch and grab. Your blood starts to run. You're bleeding and blue. On the floor you are broken.
Im sorry. I barely know you... Maybe i shouldnt be writing this. But Crystal, please just hear me out. I know im not exactly your friend, but i have been keeping an eye out for you.
The shower my bed. The bathroom stall and my head. These are the places my tears have been shed. Into my pillow and out in the street. Inside my nightmares and inside my dreams.
Losing belief you've lost all ambition. And you disappear like you're a magician. You're not allowed to question your tradition. Because if you did nobody would listen.
How can I raw like meadows. Disappear like wind. Dreams without solid ground. Noises sounding round and round. Bitten tongues bleeding. Racing and dropping. Aching level head.
When joining this site I asked for inspiration and was granted an idea about chasing our own shadows. So here are my thoughts on what that means.
Mentally ill, yet another grey pill, For how can you breathe if there's no time to kill, Not a second to spare, just a blur of bright air, A crescendo of colours whips hues through your hair.
I hate the drudgery of my working day,. Most people I know are the same,. Unfortunately it's the modern way,. Wanting it easy and searching for fame,. Why should life be this hard,.
Is it when you feel your heartbeat pounding in your ear. Or when you know there is no cure for this fear. When your smile is tinier than what you let on. When your day just keeps on going wrong.
*Language advisory* She’s spiralling out of control, singing Emo bullshit songs in her mind. She watches almost disconnected as her life falls down about her ears.
I fear I've reached the end, Lost it all, Nothing even to defend. I always pictured This day far ahead. I didn't realize my sanity hung By a single thread. I locked myself In a cage, I created.
I'm seeing things that are not there. I'm imagining you again, taking up space in my bed, causing my shallow breathing.
Now everyone has gone away, melancholy darkness has become the day. I fight my tears, and yet they fall like pearls of pure sorrow and woe. In the dark, and so alone.
Warning: some strong language. This morning I had to, Have a little cry. I felt that bad, I'm not going to lie.
#emotion #anxiety Have I left the window open. What if I left the window open. The cat might get in. A burglar might get in. A burglar might get in and stand on the cat.
You and your silent despair, Your pain goes everywhere. Killing everyone on it's way, You keep telling them you're okay. I wonder if you believe your lies, While all the happiness in you dies.