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Daddy works a long day. And when he gets home he don't give you attention, he just sits around smoking on his cigarette. He don't care where you are, just a long as your out of his head.
Lungs overflowing with anxiety. Nervousness, polluting my blood. My minds trying to run. Eyes can't appreciate the sun. Or anything in between. Melodies of heartbreak, mistakes & fakes.
Glasses, They disguise, The purple bags, Under my eyes. Glasses, If eyes are red, You don't see it, Just glasses instead. Glasses, Hide the tears, From your friends, And fellow peers.
Hiding Our Hurt Chapter 5 ~~~ I walked and walked. "Ronnie, Wait!" I felt the tight grip on my arm once again. "Fuck off!" "Your coming back. To at least stay the night!. Please, Ronnie.
Just because I'm a guy. Doesn't mean I have no emotion. I think you'll find. I'm as deep as the ocean. Yes I get upset. And sometimes maybe cry. When I feel so empty. I wish I'd just die.
Sun rises as I stagger drunk up the road unco-ordinatedly. Resting in a bus stop, looking at a bottle in my hand that's empty. I keep looking for something I cant find, only the end of the drink.
Without the slightest hint. my days can turn dark. My mind reduced to a torrid grey sea. Drowning in blackness. I struggle to breathe. Trying to set myself free...from me. My racing heart leaps.
As I stood gazing into the mirror I could see the light fading from my eyes the joy of life vanishing and turning into darkness I has lost everything my friends, my house and my soul mate I was all...
Look into my eyes. Tell me what you see. It won't be happy. It won't be pretty. The way I act. Makes me seem happy. It makes me seem fine. But look into my eyes. There you will see. See the hurt.
Pain is beauty Pain is true Pain is curious Pain is you Pain is real Pain is glee Pain is alone Pain is me Pain is lying on the bathroom floor knowing that there is nothing more.
Cliche #2 "What do you want?" "Please come back to me (Generic Name), I wasn't trying to hurt you. Believe me. I would die for you." Notes: Right, so many things wrong with that.
"It's really bad this time. No walkways like before Its all at at least 5 feet tall The only place with any access is the shed in the back It's worst than Any of the shows I've seen.
Hey, tell me. Do I have a sick mind. Am I not healthy. The bigger the number is, the more disappointment I feel.
#youngwritershousehold @awesomeannie **this is the first ive found out about it, and by the fact it says young I just wanna know if theres an age limit.
"Make me cry" The whisper came, barely audible. "Make me cry, I need to feel something. Something I know is real. I need that release. The endorphin's to rush through me. The tears make me real.
I'm tired, shattered, worn out too, I'm heated, warm, no shivers up my body, I am the only one acting like this, Anybody.
The world can be such a cruel place, which makes me really sad. But I must remember that not all things in the world are bad.
I'm back on this road aren't it. I haven't smoked pot since the end of January. I can do this and have been. I've smoke cigarettes and swishers and gotten drunk twice. that's it. I've been doing good.
Your feet crunch loudly on the ground. A retched, hollow burning sound. In your chest your heart does pound. You are the lost waiting to be found. Your skinny legs continue to sway.
Run run run That's what I want to do Let's me think Takes the stress away Running is a passion But I suck at it It enables me to wonder Ever more deeply about things Run That's all I used to do Run...
She struggles in vain At the bonds that hold her tight The rope digs in, causing her pain Holding on to that will to fight She lashes out at her captors Screams and wails in her despair She...
Drink, glorious drink; Means I do not think; What no inhibitions. No need to make decisions. Bipolar drunk, that's me; Happy as can be. Then sad for just a second, Then happy, so it's reckoned.
'Recollecting the city makes me smile. When you’re on your own, the city becomes your confidant, you know. Because a city is never just a city.
I know you feel unloved, But please don't do anything rash If I let something happen to you Then my heart would burn to ash I know that you're sad And feel like nobody cares But if you give me a...