Confession.
Some days, I feel so alien to the world around me. On these days, every touch feels false and every word seems shallow.
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Some days, I feel so alien to the world around me. On these days, every touch feels false and every word seems shallow.
This year left me feeling completely empty. Sometimes my mind wanders back to when I felt perfectly happy.
It's like drowning. Always drowning. The water fills your lungs, And threatens to pull you under. You'd have to be depressed to understand.
Losing the person you love is always the most pain you'll ever experience, Your life suddenly being turned into something it never was. The aching longing and loneliness in your empty chest.
Night, would you please. Take me away. Swallow me up. Away from today. Being me deep down. To the depths where dreams lie. And keep me there safe. In your star-speckled sky. Knock me out cold.
Was goin' through my old writing, and found another one similar to So I Cut but this was at age 14 #cut #cutters #lost #lonely #FML #invisible. ------------------------.
She is too happy to be this sad. Too young to know her pain. Too fragile to be this hurt. But still, she remains. I watch her as she hides it away,. Puts on her fake smile.
emotionally drained. physically drained. I'm so tired. I sleep all day. I worry my parents. I sleep life away. I need to get up. and out of my head. I need to get out. of this damn bed.
I'm fine. I would even go as far as to say I'm happy. Until it gets dark. Until you're gone in your own bed somewhere far away floating through unconsciousness.
Can anyone make sense of me right now. The whole world is spinning, my head is spinning, my thoughts are spinning. I can't get my bearings. Sometimes I get these brilliant thoughts.
Wow, I did a lot of digging and found old paper where I wrote this poem when I was about 9 or 10 years old. #death #cutter. ---------------------------. A beating heart. A heart that beats.
Terror flooded the streets. Her knees buckled, and to the cold, hard ground she fell. She couldn't take it anymore. She was living in a mad, sick world that only judged and hurt her.
Clouds form in my head On eggshells I tread A darkly mist descends An intruding fog Never ends Droplets fall from above Clarity rains down I've had enough The rain in my heart Washes my soul Rips...
My world is falling, crumbling apart, life is meaningless & that's just the start My hearts so sore, I can feel it breaking & I swear to god it leaves me shaking Late at night till early in the...
Left alone in a corner of a room, depression seems to always loom. Mistakes often come to revisit the gloom, my repeated sins in this dark room.
I slit my wrist to erase the pain, you look at me, and think I'm insane, my eyes turn red, bleeding my tears, and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
Living became a struggle. Breathing hurt. What if I'm too messed up to remember how to breathe. What if no amount of medicines, therapists, hope can save me.
Sad is a comforting feeling you know. It's when you can let all of your feelings go. People feel bad for you And take a step back They say ,"what is wrong?" And you answer back, "I'm really not sure.
So um.. hi.. :) This is my very first blog and I'm not really sure how to do this sorta thing.. I guess I'll just write how I feel.. Well... It's December 26th. 12:12 am. I can't sleep.
"I'm fine, I'm okay" There's nothing more, To say. But I think they've already seen, What I really mean.
My birthday was awful in three days time it would of been a full month away it is still not enough time to forget.
Tethered to a rock. Cast into the deepest coldest blue. Never will my heart come back. Forever gone...I fear the truth. Shackled to that sunken boulder. I wish I have...to join it there.
Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain Living a life with nothing to gain Surrounded by darkness Overwhelmed with shame A life without peace with no one to blame.
The tears are black. My wounds are red. I sit in a huddle, With a pounding head. My ragged breath, Shows I'm insecure. As I try to forget, And rid of the pressure. My vibrates - Friends asking why.