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I lay here and wonder About you and me If we could ever be some thing more That's not in a dream I lay here and wonder About my family life How most of my family Took a nosedive, instead of...
I used to pretend I never hit that low. Just pushed it out, pretended it wasn't there. But I realize now, I only did that because I was still in that hole.
I need to let everyone know I haven't cut myself before, I have tried to but I didn't. That's the good thing. I promised myself I will never try it again.
#household Sometimes I wonder if anyone would care if I died. I stare at a blank wall with a knife in my hand. My mind screams cut. But my heart says put the knife down.
#household Finally I'm alone. Now's my only chance. I'm so sick of all the pain.
Isolation. White room. Padded doors. Writings on the wall, drawings of a golden moon. Stories of an forbidden island and it's shores. Barred windows. The voice calling from the blackness.
I could say something about cutting and slicing Blade razor sharp ready for dicing Oh dear what can the matter be Life is so hard, feel for poor little me.
The knife lay flat. On my desk. Right before me. My choosing of when. The knife that. Holds all my pain. Releases it from me. For one small moment, again and again. The knife has a cutting edge.
The knife-edge glimmers With a promise of release From pain, passion, love-unrequited, I know how it feels; Cold blade slicing hot skin, Warm rush of blood, endorphins kick in, And I yearn for that...
And I think around. In circles. Ever growing. Winding. My thoughts become. Knotted like. A ball of wool. Thrown in a corner. Where the needles clatter. Left to gather dust. Around.
Show me your life. And I'll tell you mine. The loss of control. The powerlessness. The fight for life. The retreat from the same. The reasons I chose. Show me your world. And I'll draw you mine.
Lead weights hold be down, I just want to walk, I just want to run... around. But you here you hold me, Always forcefully unfree. Continually I'm a captive. Holding me, can't live.
For those of you who know me well enough, you'll know that I enjoy the rain.
"Mom!" I screamed. "What honey?" "What the heck is this?!" I asked/yelled, holding out the piece of paper. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Your a liar. I read it.
1. I was born on St Patricks day. 2. I have rode a camel. 3. My favourite band is Evanescence. 4. I have Trichotillamania, Anxiety and Depression. 5. I have a phobia of escalators. 6. I hate feet.
A mystery, forever untold Is about to gradually unfold The story of Ophelia 'To cry me a river' The girl who died in the water.
I couldn't hear or see anything. It was just blackness. I felt like I was suffocating. The darkness was reaching out for me. Wrapping its arms around me. Killing me, slowly. I woke up screaming.
Dear future me... Look, I know things are pretty tough. I know you feel rough. Just remember everything you've ever been through. It's been hard for everyone as well as you.
Darkness summons the moody angst, And romance of an inner evil; A force the subject fights against, Or submits to, welcome thinly veiled. Not this dark.
Tears roll down to nothing. These laughs they're only to hide, The deep sadness that fills me up, And has no one in, to confide.
Curled up in my room I feel so alone. This is just a house it is never my home. Nothing in this feels like I even belong. I sit here asking what i've done wrong.
I will die because of Twitter. One way or another Twitter will kill me.
7/18/12 Dear diary, I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so confused. I lay around all day wasting my summer, just thinking. I have a hole in my chest. I feel empty.
You see he is having an emotional breakdown. He began by laughing uncontrollably. Something which we just do not understand. He's now becoming a major liability. For reasons completely unknown to us.