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Woke up earlier and for half an hour mum was talking really fast, shouting when she was trying to talk, going crazy and saying how I shouldn't trust ANYONE; especially not men, and looked as if she...
i dont know what this is, but its long so i understand if you dont read it all.
Tears roll down my cheeks, the world I cannot face. The effort it would take is far to great to pull myself from this dark place.
How are you feeling. A very simple question, To which many can't answer, With an honest confession. You truly wish to know, How I feel inside, To know my thoughts, And the feelings I hide.
Night has come upon us now and bringing once again, Our daily woes, our fits and throws to a peaceful end. Release for now the furrowed brow that causes your spirit to quiver.
Lost in apathy and giving in to ease, an eternal hole inside so painful it brings a grown man to his knees.
Sometimes I wake up, Void, empty inside, My subconscious very absent, I feel the need to hide. It's on these days I wish, I was somebody new, Somebody very different, And that I had a clue.
She wakes with the familiar pain In her body In her heart Why did she let him down again.
A bruise from each touch, Words scar your skin, Bleeding from a look. Your fragility defines you, More than it should. When cotton wool and bubble wrap break your skin, How can I protect you.
Never quite fitting in, Looking for solace. Desperately seeking out shelter, Struggling to see the point of it all Where did it go wrong exactly. When did everything start to fall down.
As I sit upon the sand, I begin to dream, Of my Wonderland, Of tea with scones and jam and cream.
A man visits his doctor low in spirit and a sad heart. The doctor refuses to medicate him but offers a few simple life remedies.....
If life was easy, what would be the point. The whole reason we live is to overcome our daily struggles and become better people because of that.
Guess what. Another blast from the past, Another feeling I thought wouldn't last, Who thought that from escaping anxiety, Meant escaping society.
You showed me your family portrait once when we were back in school, dressed up in neatly pressed uniforms and living school day by day like tuckered out kids.
Every night she cries herself to sleep. She feels like she has no one but herself. She's been hurt too much to trust anyone again. Her favorite place is her room.
It wasn't right for you to do that, But doing it back just makes it worse, I'm not usually one for taking sides, But right now I think I know what's right, Because I have been in the same position as...
#household Pigs are coming to stop me dying Don't want to die but doesn't stop me trying A few small scratches upon my arm Before the knife does real harm.
These days are so long. These days are so slow. No people to see. No places to go. Feelings are low. Depression kicks in. Trying to fight. This feeling within. I wanna get better.
Coolness as I close my eyes. Freshness comes as a surprise. Welcome break from stifling heat. Take the weight from aching feet. Afternoon will just roll on. At least the bloody headache's gone.
When I was little I was called a Crack Baby. That's how I learned about my mom's addiction. The girls in school would tease me about it.
Your words are like broken glass, They cut me up inside, Words hurt me far too often, And you don't even realise. I cry myself to sleep, Thinking about what you've said.
Levitating through blank voids...It's like my mind is leaving. Curling up in a corner crying, trying hard to keep breathing. It's like all negative emotions hit you hard like a speeding train.
So I went to the doctor With this numbness. He showed me scalp And little interest. 'what seems to be The trouble, Mr. ----' He said, to the rhythm Of his scritching pen. 'I can't feel my..