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I hate my nose, I hate my hair, I hate all of the clothes I wear I hate how I'm different, I hate how I'm tall, I hate how lately I haven't cared about anything at all I hate the way I look, I hate...
Words They don't only Define a person, place, or idea.
My mother was born. On April, Friday the 13th. She was a bleach blonde. Without any teeth. She's a terrific person. From her friends eyes. Although she's bipolar. And filled with lies.
Thoughts and fears. In your heart. They'll remain. Till death you part. Life's to short. To live depressed. Only you can try. Your best. Forget your worries. Have some fun. It's down to you.
In my mind I'm living in this truly special place, Escaping to my thoughts where I don't have to show my face.
Yay!!!. 100 posts. Now that I've come so far I think it's time you got to know me a bit better. I've always loved interviews so now I am going to be interviewing myself.
For all who need a hug. I am here for you. I will virtually have arms open. For whatever makes you blue. I'm a very tactile little miss. I love kisses and hugs. A little ray of sunshine.
Every night, when it was dark, I'd shiver in my bed My closet, a overly spacious thing, Was messing with my head.
As a young boy, he is full of out of the ordinary and the ocean is his invisible friend And he would smile as he cried and pretended to drink sunflowers He is an artist at work with his tub of...
#household #closet In my closet are collected my fears, they're stored in there with all my tears, sometimes I open up the doors, to look upon my sorrow and flaws, I have to fight to keep them...
Seal it. Stick a pin in, Freeze the tears for a rainy day. Post-it notes and worn fridge magnets, Hold your memories, boxed up fragments, Of reality's fights and foreplay.
Here it goes. It started again. I want it to stop. I want to know when. Feeling so low. A little bit stressed. The things that you tell me. Make me depressed. You say that I'm lazy.
You love me when I have messy hair, no make-up & bad skin. You can't see all the ugly stuff I see, like my fat belly.
A shot is a shot, it doesn't matter from who's gun it came. I can't breathe when I think about it, I can't breathe. A leaded weight ties itself to my lungs and I just can't breathe.
The rain, the cold, the pain...the pain. I just stand outside on the cold night. Tears freezing on my cheek as the tremble down as i plunge my nails into my skin.
I.. Only just came onto Opuss. As my feed hasn't been working, always saying connection time out.
Waiting, Sighing, Slowly, Dying, The forest sways, And sings it's song, Waiting for, something to go wrong, Darkness, Closing in, Darkness, Will surely win, My mind's a blank, My heart is...
I awake with the best of intentions, I'm going to leap out of bed. Then the cold light of day splinters my eyes, I return to my slumber instead.
For those who still care, I'm not worth it. All I do is have my chin down But pretend I don't see everyone notice.
I am going through some terrible challenges and problems in my life one after another. I am worried. I am frustrated. I feel hopeless I feel sad and alone. Im broke.
So I haven't been around for a bit, To be honest I've been feeling worse than shit. I've been surrounded by negativities, Keeping busy with mundane activities.
When I'm being sensitive, its all too much Feel like you all hate me, where is the love.
I get freaked out when people I hang out with want to sit around all day. I have to be outside. I have to be busy. if I'm not I'm left bored watching tv and thinking too much. thinking leads to...
The blood pumping through our veins. Our hearts beating all the same. I look at it as if it's beautiful red rain. Trickling its way down, it seems to stop and say forget about the pain.