Depression
It starts..... a simple thought that grows and expands like a tumour that eats through my hand But slips ....
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It starts..... a simple thought that grows and expands like a tumour that eats through my hand But slips ....
He rounded the corner, He had to make the choice, A 70ft drop; Or a cop. He could end this misery, He could end this pain, By running; of the edge.
'twas a cold winters night. All bluster and blizzard. Snow down my neck, toes like fingers of ice. The wind found it's way through clothing and skin. Wheeling and stealing the breath from my mouth.
I see red footsteps,. On the snow,. I'm blinded by,. What I don't know,. Is that blood spilt,. Or in my mind,. Answers are swirling,. But I'm yet to find,. I see the devil,. Coming close,.
Im fine. I would even go as far as to say I'm happy. Until it gets dark. Until you're gone in your own bed somewhere far away floating through unconsciousness.
#halloweenparty. #acorns. The night is young. The street is dark. Here is where. I make my mark. Check my make up. In the glass. My skirt's too short. Just hides my ass. Try to get. A man's attention.
Warning!. Pretty dark piece highlighting those that self harm. My chest it's cut open and left exposed Do you not see that my heart has froze.
The confusion Descends like a mist Suffocates my subconscious My minds in a twist The haze It's grip is so tight I try to be free of it As much as I fight Dark steps Lead down, to a sad place If I...
Three verses from the song 'Idioms@HingAling' Put the axe to my mind and the grind comes everyday suspicious motives I find at every corner I take, do I relate.....relay the hypothesis, can i trust...
You're gone. But now I always see you. Stained in my mind, Like the ink in a tattoo. Rereading memories, Over and over again. Trying to find something. Maybe a friend.
As you sit there moulding your character Sculpturing his intentions, directing his reflection, naming his corrections, giving him false direction...
Anger, blazing, fire, Greed raising higher Metals melt With their release You struggle Fighting for peace Push, pull, rage Can you close the cage.
#halloweenparty Demons here and demons there Some in sexy underwear A little one that offers cake A lush temptation I may take A bigger one that carries guilt He'll smash all the walls I've built A...
I'm tired, but I can't sleep. I'm hungry, but I can't eat. I'm cold, but I can't get warm. I'm in pain, but I can't stop it.
The crash of thunder, Keeps me awake. The flash of lightning, Makes me quake. Rain violently thrashes, Against my window. Shaking with fear, As the tears start to flow.
All I want's a little less. To get this feeling off my chest. Sometimes it's like I can't breathe. My inner daemons writhe and seethe. My inner angel's disappeared. This loneliness that I have feared.
When far enough becomes. Too far. When a hero becomes. Society's whipping boy. Well watch out. Fate already called dibs. Pushed from the moment of birth. Never knowing just what. A true statement is.
I'm in a maze. A dark, endless maze. Chasing me from behind A fire ablaze. Running Trying to escape. Not sure what I'm looking for, A door agape. Maybe it just ends. Not sure what's outside.
Chapter Five Ready,Set,Run. "We been driving for hours!" hollered Camila. Eleanor rolled her eyes and looked out of the window. "Where are we gonna find her?" Asked Charlene.
Chapter Four Running Away "Daniela Charlene and Eleanor stole my wallet again!" Camila yelled. Daniela sighed and rubbed Piper's back.
My mind is under your command. Waiting on your every demand. Im in a cage surrounding me. And now Im looking for the key. I saw the truth deep in your eyes. But that was buried beneath the lies.
How is it, it always seems to follow me. Even when I’m not within the bounds of my very own self-made prison-cell; wallowing in self-pity.
Warning this Opuss contains frivolous language, and I'm not bothering to make a clean version. Mature Audiances Hello again, and today is early in the morning of Saturday, September 29, 2012.
I am. C. RA NG. SHI. No escape. Time is to. N. D E. N V. E E. R. Repeating pains. And reopening. S. C. heAled. R. S. So someday. I might not. (turn page). F. RECOVER. O.