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I wasnt myself i was in stress. My head was in such a mess. Now I see so clear and true. And firmly in my sight,i see you. Always honest,upfront from now. That's the real me of that I vow.
What have I learnt so far. Being 16 and all. I have learnt a smile is great. And to be nice and wait. Cause sometimes waiting is worth it. To enjoy every second every bit.
Honestly, I'm my own worst enemy. I say and do Stupid things I know I'm not suppose to. Sometimes I feel like the madness is taking over my brain. The truth is I drive myself insane.
-Warning 16 Plus- I like my right hand. In fact I love my right hand. It's always there for me, when I need it.
Dark days, black thoughts emotions like this can't be taught Wish they'd go away, but something tells me they're here to stay. Is it a risk worth taking, will things ever become clear.
Trust requires a balance of the mind, A certain rationale That has always escaped me Too paranoid, Too insecure.
Don't judge a book by its cover,it will get you nowhere.
Now why don't you see This pain Writhing inside me Isn't it obvious As I twist and turn That happiness is oblivious Don't I deserve To be noticed by you The one without nerve Or do you not care at...
Box full of matches, spark them light the blackness. The future's full of madness, I think we need some practice. I can be an actor you can be actress.
I cycled on a misty morn Down a country lane Thinking over what I'd lost And what I had to gain.
So I guess its back to this again Stuck, Lost for inspiration I guess it's back to this dead end In a rut, cross and pacing This writers block title Is becoming quite vital To snap...
I have homework due in tomorrow. At precisely 11o'clock. I'm sitting in front of my laptop. But I'm having a mental block. It should have been done weeks ago. And handed in complete.
I find myself here again, in this lonely place. Wandering around, my head hanging down, my life looking like a disgrace. Morose to the point, that I’m boring myself. I just want to sleep all day long.
Oh perfect love of mine... You seek me when I run and hide, help me find my way when I'm lost. You are my constant hero saving me at any cost.
There are these moments in life when you can't seem to look past where you are right then and there.
I miss the time when words came easily, when I'd spend my days thinking up ideas and my evenings writing them down.
Life isn't so bad. Yet you look terribly sad. You have no one else to blame. You tend to bring yourself shame. Like someone has placed a hex. All you can think of is sex.
I want to talk, but who to talk to. In here there is no one what should I do. The mistake it is in my mind. I want to forget it I want it to hide.
What a day for a daydream or two. I daydream more when I'm without you. I am a constant dreamer it's fair to say. But without them I can't get through the day. I dream of love I dream of success.
Happiness. How do i write About happiness.
5 hours this time. Yay me. But as I slept I didnt realize I'd awaken to a frenzy. My poems did very well I am very proud I thank you all My love very loud.
I'm trying to breathe. But life holds like a vice. I have an inner scream. That's cutting like a knife. All is so very hard. So many twists and turns. I'm all knotted up. My stomach churns.
I just got hurt by the same person. One day after another. I don't know what to do. Is it wrong to be myself. Is it wrong to do a thing, if I can't do it in another time.
Today I reminded myself during a generalised conversation how much of a perfectionist I can be.