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The Me I Used to Be My life slowly began changing a few years ago, so slowly that it took time for me to even notice. My mind was the first thing I remember worrying about.
I write for fear of silence that echoes Pounds On my ears, To illustrate Sunken fears. I hope to heal From these Festering wounds And dry these tears.
I thought for once. Just once. I could be accepted for who I truly am, but no. That's too much to ask for. Isn't it. This world is so fucked up.
I use to cut. Thats a fact. I use to cut while watching fear net. Hell, i even remember cutting. While, watching the horror movie cutting class. It never hurt. I thought it felt good.
Dedicated to @spikekutter Feeling of cold, & hard Sharp-edge in my hand, Against my wrist Oh, how good it felt I love the feeling The feeling of Pleasure I get from cutting Pain I get from...
#bestofopuss I love this poem as i normally feel like this.
I sit here alone with that glisten to my eyes. All becomes hazy as I think through my life. Have I ever done anything I wanted. The answer I don't know cause I still hold me back.
Round up, round up. Under those clothes. Bound to be someone who clearly knows. Over here and Over there. Underneath the lies. Truth is hidden with many tries. You push and pull,.
The taste of disappointment Such a bitter taste indeed. It's one that I grew up on One that was in my feed. The horrid taste of it Haunts my very buds. If only I had hope...
Once she was a ballet girl, And skater boys were it, She thought she knew society, She thought it gave a shit.
A walk was all it took. A simple walk outside, into a small patch of field about a minute away.
I wrote this, cause I want to say how I felt, I'm just getting tired of hearing it everywhere,. -----------------------. marijuana,. Such a sweet smelling drug. Even I don't consider it as a drug.
I don’t think this ever stops. I think it takes control ever so slowly without you even noticing. Eventually, you’re caught up in this mess and it’s terrifying. You try to escape, but it’s too late.
I don't know why I can't say I'm too lost I don't know the way I'm always like this I'm terrified Of new people Especially guys.
Hi guys. So recently you may or may not have noticed that I haven't posted for a while.. Well the truth behind it is that I've been ill, erm mentally ill.
Still such a long way to go, How I will make it, I do not know. Each excruciating step jars my soul, Each burst of pain creates a bigger hole.
do you ever feel lost. like there isn't any purpose in life. are there those moments where you question what you do and why you are doing it.
Did you ever think it would be That little girl with the tiny curls framing her face and the dimples The one who's eyes glowed Who would throw the ball at a stranger Ask their name And smile.
I have a brother with autism. He faces challenges everyday by the people in the streets judging him, mocking him and they have no idea...
How can I reach out when all you do is push me away. Why do you tell me to leave if you want me to stay.
An eating disorder like no other This is a desire to eat things that have no nutritional value. I have this disorder experience it first hand, It's a laughable matter that few understand.
One more cut. Another burn. Just a sip more. I never learn. One more go. Just one last hit. I'll stop, I will. I can handle it. I don't need this. Can quit anytime. I'm perfectly okay.
I've decided to try to stop gambling...again.
I have nothing to write about, is my life empty. Who am I. This isn't a poem. Why do I think I'm writing. They say don't doubt yourself and your abilites Maybe it's time to doubt.