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Cut and scars, Upon my arms, Blackened eye, But who am I to cry. Called names, Takes the blames, Mental abuse, But who am I to rue. Secrets around, Snickers sound, Gossip mayhem, But who am I to them.
Nail Biter. Since I could chew, A terrible habit to have, Tried to end it many a time, my brother calls me a Chav. But since I've done it for so long, I can't seem to make it stop.
she stays in bed all day. she didn't have to go anywhere. she could stay in her bed for 24 solid hours and no one would care. maybe her mom would come check in. maybe she'd get a text.
In the comfort of the night My tears start to fall Helpless An agonizing tearing of my heart Sadness swallowing me up Broken Horrifying hopelessness, Nothing will ever be okay Lonely Now just an...
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I sleep and wake with thoughts in my head I wish they would just leave my bed They come together in a bundle That sometimes I honestly can't handle They make me cry I have no clue why Push them...
Hello everyone how are you doing. Hope everyone is well. Sadly I can't say the same thing, because I'm not doing so swell. I came to realise something today, Something that was pretty plain.
He got his way. Somehow, some way, Liam convinced my parents to bury me in Rathduff, where my three remaining grandparents lived. He knew I'd love to be away from the bad memories.
A heart that can't keep up. A heart that is left behind. A heart that needs a band-aid. A Heart that just need time. A brain that won't control and organize the thoughts.
Can I tell you something. I'm not like those average beings I'm quite introverted with some extroverted feelings Can I tell you something.
I love this part. It's very emotional for Drew :) x *Drew's POV* After I'd cried like hell, an air hostess had entered the cabin and asked worriedly if I was ok.
Book of matches, Jerry-can of petrol, full, Old sheets, Yellowed papers, Their aged news, forgotten, Smeared print Turned to ashes.
The same dream every night. I sighed as I ran my hands through my curly red hair. It won't stop. Ever since that night, 2 years ago. Thinking about it made a shiver go down my spine.
I hate my mood swings And I hate what they do One moment I am happy The other I can't seem to get through I try to acknowledge their existence But it seems that they are very persistent One moment...
Before I say anything, I give you a warning. I'm ADD. And this is kind of like my diary. A place where I can say what's inside. My thoughts. Unfiltered. Unchanged. Unmedicated.
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | The walls are bookcases, | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | up to the ceiling, | Leathery and dust-heavy, | |...
Sound, a hammer to the mind,. Every thought is left behind,. Pills and tablets on the floor,. Pixel light, can take no more,. Silence, golden, gold as gold,. For gold is gold or so I'm told,.
Maybe I'm a bit dim but I find this one highly confusing. Keep an open mind and make sure you're fresh and intelligent when you read it.
The pain,. The hurt,. I wish you could understand,. The pain that ventures through me inside and out,. I wish I didn't give up my past addiction,. It took away my tears,. My sorrow,.
I return. To this haze. Might as well. Call it home. I know. All too well. How it works. Never permanently ending. I feel. The tears in my eyes. But they shan't escape. I caught them early.
Out if pure passion in anger's game, Do I feel true rage and emotions untamed. (I think I'm lost) Fury begin its fiery rain, Driving me mad and altogether insane.
The girl put a hand to her head, the headaches had gotten worse. Had she really forgotten happiness. Or had life just not any left.
You open up your wrist again, Let the love flow out of you, And seeing now the state I'm in. You feel remorse but still want to. In my words sometimes I fly, Anger and sadness and who and why.
I stood in between the lanes where different sizes of vehicles drove pass me. I stared blankly ahead, completely aware of the danger I was placed into.