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Life to end Sometimes I want to curl up in a ball, And not hear everyone's calls. I want to be in a world with just me. Only for a minute- cant you leave me be.
You saw beauty once, her face shining bright, She looked up with big eyes into the light, Her hair fell carelessly perfect, Around her face in a framing effect, Eyelashes curved, lips slightly...
There are some nights I hold on to every note I ever wrote Some nights, I say "fuck it all" and stare at the calendar Waiting for catastrophes, imagine when they scare me Into changing whatever it is...
Today I was inspired by the late Esther Earl to make a post just talking about my feelings.
Somewhere deep within me is a very private place, It's a room that only I know, it's were I change my face, And every face has got a mirror, hanging on the wall, Before I meet with anyone, I pay this...
#household Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who employed you for your call. Who's to say your eye knows best, And that your judgement's naught but jest.
#household @MelchiorJ13 I've been looking in the mirror, Wondering who I am. An eagle soaring high, An innocent little lamb.
#Household #Mirror Can it be me. In that reflection. Staring with those eyes. Are those my lips. My hair, my face. Staring with surprise. Am I so pale. Yet dark with cold. Do I shake that much.
#household Your reflection in the RORRIM, does it show the truth a skin weathered by time, when it should portray your youth. Does it show your inner depths the life you've led.
#household Naked beauty, Isn't what you think. It's a mirror of truth; An appearance kink. Naked beauty, Shows you who you are. Mirrors your true self, Hides the ugly scar.
#household. Look into the mirror. Do you see any lies. Do you see those broken ties. Look into the mirror. You don't see the fear she hides. Or torment that once did reside. Look into the mirror.
Don't let the beauty go to your head; having a beautiful face will get you only the easier opportunities which you somehow do not treasure due to the low level of difficulty of which you have...
#household Mirror, mirror Who the hell Gave you the right To show and tell I know that I Am not a youth So tell me lies.
I never lie; The scarred And ruined Image Before you, A once Hopeful girl, Now a desolate Woman Who is Tiring of The world And it's Constant Struggle, Is the Truth.
I feel restless. The kind that you feel within your core. The thing that makes you feel weary. Even though you haven't done anything. I am tired. That I often gave out a huge sigh.
I am me. Nothing more. Can't pretend to be. A person I'm not. This is all. All that I've got. I do not know. About everything. I know enough though. Not a high IQ. But I can talk.
A theory for the fallen. A note may rest in piece. She wrote it down on a piece of paper so she could put her mind at ease. A theory for the fallen, it's always bad when it's bad.
What would happen, one day If I met myself, coming the other way.... Would the me that is here and the me that is there Both just vanish, in thin air...
Sometimes I get stressy, Sometimes I get mad, Sometimes I scream and shout, And forget how many drinks I've had.
There's no escape for me So many problems with no way to mend Trapped inside these four walls Just waiting for life to end No one to turn to, Absolutely nowhere to run I wish I could turn back the...
Promises are broken Till when. I don't know Sitting here broken Again.
When people tell me they're unique, I Immediately think they're the same As everyone else that tries to hard. As if uniqueness is a level game. It's not a game with levels, It's not a game at all.
Title help please?. Where shall this road go. Does anyone know. Or are we just going with the flow.
I'm complicated. Thats because I'm a girl I'm not popular but who cares I'm strange.