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On his knees he sinks into the soft mossy blanket underneath. Caged by bows of pine and oak his privacy is enforced, he is kept from the dappled sun.
I feel sorry for the happy people who don't know what it's like because some of them want so badly to understand and help but I know that they never, ever will no matter how much I try to explain to...
I didn't make the choice to let myself exist here, and somehow it bothers you but I will not shed a tear.
This is of a boy lost in an eternally white world, a world with nothing but an endlessly flat white ground that blended perfectly into the white sky.
Yes she's still breathing, Yes she's still here. Just because you don't care Doesn't mean she can disappear. Yes she's still standing, Yes she has a life.
That moment you realise you are not part of the group you love, you have been shunned, made redundant of all importance.
"Can you hear me?" I shout it to the distant, cold galaxies. I shout it to the bleak night sky. I shout it to anyone, anything that will listen. But I'm alone here. Everyone else went away.
He used to have it all: Money, friends and love, A good relationship with life And the world around him. But after a while he faltered. As the years passed by he slipped And he became someone else.
I lock myself in the old white room, Surely I will die very soon. I sit there tucked in a ball, Ignoring my mothers worrying calls.
Everyday is much the same, White. Soft and fluffy, Nose cold, eyes bright, White. As I bounce along on endless clouds, There's nobody up here, Nobody around, And all I see, All I feel, Is white.
Sitting across the dull hall, eyes fixed on the door in front of me, fear rising from deep inside of me. I feel worry and ice cold sweat rubbing on my skin as if not mine, as if foreign and wrong.
Wrapped tight in my warm sleepy cocoon This is where I want to stay Slumber for hours and hours on end Stay in the quiet dark and miss out the day.
Blueing fingers. With air that lingers. And nips at your nose. Sending shivers down to your toes. Wrapping up warm. Braving the storm. The weather drops. Colder, the tweeting stops.
No one wants to comfort me. Not my family, not even my own mother. No one will listen to what I have to say. No one cares and no one is concerned about how I feel. They don't understand.
The elvish face reflected a man who was once a handsome legend. He studied it for a while noting the spacing, obeying the golden ratio 1.618. He stared deeply into his image, searching for coherence.
I'm battered and bruised. I'm cut and I'm scraped. I've taken all the pain, that my soul can take. I need some one to pick me up off this cold hard ground.
My mind is adrift, left out to sea Alone on the ocean blue Emotions are my passengers Tumultuous thoughts my crew There is no one here for miles around There's not a soul in sight Nobody to while...
The pain burns through me everyday. I try to cut holes so it can escape, Yet the wounds are not deep enough to compare with that pain.
Alone. Shouldn't moan. You only complain. When I'm there. So why should I care. Space. In this place. You wanted more. Room to breathe. Why should I leave. Sound. None to be found. I keep my company.
Not feeling the pain anymore. Staring all day and night at the floor. Not wanting to cry anymore. My tears are dry as I told you before. Not wanting to talk anymore.
To the majority of people home is a safe place, a sanctuary. To me it's a place where I feel alone, a place where I don't want to be.
The rain won't stop until Christmas, The wind has changed direction, Now the downpour knocks on my window, 'Wont you come out and play?' Nothing else awaits you today.
This place, is new to Me . Here I'm a stranger. I dont know the houses, see no one i know. No Friendly faces, no smiles. No one is taking Amy notice of Me . I could live in another country.
I closed my bedroom door, and I sat on the floor. Fed up of the lies that'd made me feel sad and mad. I shut out everything around me, feeling rather safe in this haven I called my room.