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It's very thick rope Because it absorbs everything I ever see But I can't really ever cut anything out Yell it out. Write it out. Burn it out. Burn it all out.
I wonder how people can cry so much, But never show one drop of pain. Or why I'm so mesmerized by your touch, But I'm always left out in the rain.
I'm sorry I'm not enough. I'm sorry I don't want to do anything buy lie in grayscale lighting I'm sorry I'm pathetic, like broken strings. I'm sorry I'm quiet, like a mournful flower.
I'm not lost I just haven't found My place in this world, I'm not tired, I've just no drive To get out my words, I'm not torn I'm just not Completely in one piece, I'm not trash I'm just not As...
Warning. Very strong language and content.
More More More The cravings start to pour I just...can't resist Someone help I don't wanna be like this Hands Shaking Breathe Intaking Just do it whispers he That someone I start to be No...
I'm tired in my mind And weary in my soul Trudging through every day Trying to reach my goals My aching limbs are hurting Cutting right to the bone I'm struggling to raise my arms In this I am...
Look, don't ever let yourself be sad or depressed. Theres nothing wrong with speaking to someone about your problems.
My lonely heart cries out but no one seems to hear. I fear my life's pain and sorrow has become to much to bare. Why should I pick up these pieces of my life that have never fitted together.
It is difficult to laugh when you are surrounded by sadness and strife but try to smile whenever you can, it will help you but more, it will help those around you.
Like crystals they fell from her face. They were the tears no one saw. Some people knew she wasn't alright. But they didn't know how to help.
I'm not ready Leave me alone. I'm not ready Don't talk to me. I'm not ready Stop poking me. I'm not ready Rubbing my sore eyes. I'm not ready The world is too loud.
This is something I scribbled in my diary all dolled up with my Kawaii stickers, well you can't see the stickers obviously-Opuss needs an photo feauture but it's very honest and nice, I think...
Sometimes it's hard to find, sometimes impossible. Sometimes there are reasons it doesn't come to you and sometimes there aren't. Sometimes it completely overwhelms you, welcomed or not.
Mom looks down on me sometimes because I write in my diary too much. People say I'm immature because I like Kawaii diary stickers, plushies, collector dolls, because I quote Manson too much.
I'm in too deep to be reached this time, don't wade in to save me, you may drown in the river of my blood which is dripping from my wrists and trip over the fragments of my heart.
~ My version of @georgie17xx 's amazong story. Please feel free to write your own version too. I will definetly read. ~ "Mom, I'm home." she calls. There it is again.
My opuss's today seem to be rather dark today. More so then normal. So I'm off to play with some bunnies and kittens, and to make daisy chains while dancing in freshly cut grass.
This, the first letter is written by Diane that wasn't responded, before she became the girl living on the roof of the restaurant she priorly was the chef of; 'I wore that tight black dress of mine...
My heart races. I can hear it beating in my ears. I open my mouth but no sound comes out. I'm almost there. I close my eyes. I've said my good byes. My feet began to tingle. My fingertips go numb.
Three days. Three days of bloodshed. Tpek clenched his fist on his knuckle dusters, uncomfortable in his palm. Groups of fighters travelled different routes towards the "Final".
Why do people have a lot of pity towards girls feelings. I know it's wrong to treat any girl without respect but it's also wrong to do so to lads too.
Tick tock, goes the clock,. Signalling another electric shock,. Because the insomniac must stay awake,. She has a world record she must break,. She hasnt slept for several days,.
I feel so tired through and through. All I see, a dreamy hue. Outside the darkness starts to creep. Inside my heart I start to weep. A heavy weight that drags me drown.