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I do not search for some twisted sort of attention, Merely a friend, a person, someone to share this load. How would I myself know where is safe to turn.
~~~~I know, it's been so long since I've posted some of this.. But they'll get more regular after this.. I hope.
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. Sometimes i feel like i should run away. All i ever seem to do is hurt people. I never help them. They might be happier without me. I know they love me.
Imagine the worst thing that has ever happened to you in the last year. Hard. I doubt it. Now imagine the best thing that has happened to you in the last year. Easier.
A prophet in religious terms is a person who has been contacted by God or other supernatural being, that only they can see or hear.
(Inspired by @natalee). This is for the broken ones. This is for all those who care. About everyone. But still take time for themselves. For all the broken ones who grieve. For one and for all.
Stalking my nightmares,. Haunting my dreams,. Mirroring all of lifes uncertainties,. Behind the walls of sleep,. Wrapped in bed sheets,. A ghost in the walls,. With a silent scream,.
All those tears streaming down your face, I promise they won't always be there I know what your going through, I know where you've been And I promise that I truly care I've been in your position, In...
I'm stuck Between a Rock And a Hard place With no Headspace, Up is down, Down is up, My mind Is leaking Thoughts Like a Cracked cup, I'm an Unmade bed, There's an Empty space In my head Where...
This chaotic rain keeps on falling. It hurts me, I'm one big bruise I'm down on my knees, crawling. Inside me, a bomb, ignite the fuse. Run me over with a car. Or with a speeding train.
#Youngwritershousehold #emotion The cool blade tiptoes, Across my arm. It'll keep me safe, Safe from harm. The silver tip, Wanders on my wrist. Just a little slice, Will clear up the mist.
They said you wore too much makeup. You stopped wearing makeup. They said you didn't wear enough makeup. You were then back to how your makeup was before. They said you were too quiet.
My heart has gone numb, It has no feeling at all, And when they tried to fix it, Apart it did fall, There's no light inside it, Or bundle of hope, A feeling of brightness, How can I cope.
The voice began to speak in spiteful tongue I thought of what things I had done Could I had done things another way.
A bird can't be in a cage It will keep on existing But die at young age Try take the bird away It will cry It will beg to stay It imprisons despite will No dreams allowed This place, it's in for...
Resentment and bitterness. Where lonely hearts dwell. Packed up in memories. Living a life more like hell. Look inward and see for yourself. Happiness is earned not a right.
Looking at myself in the mirror Will I ever be okay.
Filthy holes in my shoes,. There are ladders in my tights,. Tears in skirt is old news,. As well as blood filled bites,. Glass filled hands are bleeding,. But freezing in the snow,.
Anticipation putting nerves on alert. This could go either way, joy or hurt. Churning guts sending ripples of electricity. Through my body causing a sensation symphony.
Have u ever been in bed staring at the ceiling, Crying so much it feels like ur bleeding. Ur whole body goes cold inside, And all u want to do is die.
Do you know what it's like to feel pain. It's more than a bee sting, more than a scraped knee. Do you know what it's like to be left all alone, to just not wanna feel.
I play a single role To fill the hole Inside my soul Its my only goal But can I fill it. NO Because NOTHING fits. And if it does it slips. Or doesn't stick. Or doesn't quite fit.
FICTION. Hello, my name is Evey. I am fifteen summers old. I am an only child. I am in foster care, living with foster parents. I am Mad. Do you want to know why I am Mad. You can't.