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I'm a prisoner in my own mind and body It's always lock up the true feelings and image of who I am for the fear that people will never understand me Maybe every once in a blue moon do I unlock the...
I stand here. Just staring at empty space. I daren't feel. My fears I cannot face. They twist my gut. My chest feels tight. In this tunnel of mine. There is no saving light. I walk with a dark cloud.
My heart is covered over, With the finest sheen of ice, Nothing ever will break through, It sets the highest price.
When will I ever know, I pass day by day, enraged, confused, with a curiosity to find a future.
Found an old writing, didn't liked how it was, decided to tweak it around... Be honest, this is new version of Beautiful Rejections...
#SimplyPerfection10Days. stare into the mirror. thinking, "Who am I?". notice all my flaws. just wondering, "Why?". wishing to be cooler. to be like everyone else. not realizing it is better.
She's lonely Tries to explain her pain to her so-called friends but they don't seem to care and ignore her silent cries. She brushes it off, she's use to it.
I know I said I'd stop it, Just one more go, I swear, It helps me at the best of times, A comfort: cause it's there.
I am a loser. I am a loner. I am a cheater. I am a liar. I am a thief and im a nobody. I have lost everything and i have no one to blame but me. I can't control everything. I can't remember anything.
I am feeling down today. I have no idea why. I miss you so much. I feel lost in my mind. my head is spinning in circles. I just can't keep you out of my head. I feel trapped in your existance.
Run away from the fears, Hide the tears, Be chased by the pain. Say what I feel, Was certainly not real, Deny it all in vain.
In the sun, the world is color. Beautiful, fun, and bright. Then the lights are turned out. Everything's gray in the night. This is a sleepless dark. I'm tired of the unrest.
#firstopuss Frustration is the cloud that hangs oppressively in my mind, that worms in to every waking thought and sometimes my sleeping ones too....
Your sharp kiss runs across my wrist. Should I give myself in. Your supple voice so lemon kissed But I'm more into sin.
A free verse I wrote a while back. I also adapted it into a poem. Critique is encouraged ^.^ ____________________ I run your sharp kiss across my wrist. Should I give in. You call to me.
The silence echoes across a room of empty souls, a heart shot to pieces, riddled with bullet holes....
Stare at yourself What do you see. You'll never know What it's like to be me. I'm scared of myself Failing at life. In the future will I be someone's wife.
I need love,. I need to smile,. I need to laugh,. Just for a while,. I need quiet,. I need tranquility,. I need fun,. And serenity,. I need a friend,. I need an ear,. I need a listener,.
Left alone in a corner of a room, depression seems to always loom. Mistakes often come to revisit the gloom, my repeated sins in this dark room.
What's wrong with me I don't understand What am I so different, am I going mad.
Cut it out and tear me down like violent scenes in a horror film. I said nothing like that to you, and smiled all the time, But your guilt stained hands touch my head with the sights.
A face that are made of stone. Made by heartless hands. A face of mask,. So flawless. Heartless hand put it on my face. I walk around, wondering. Wondering why no one notices me. No one sees me.
You look in the mirror. And you see yourself. You hate what you see. And all it contains. Wishing to be different. Is what you plea. Love for oneself. Is not within you. Hate for yourself.
Laying here thinking. My mind racing. World spinning. Never ending. Every doubt every fear. Is the end almost here. Trust is fading. Lying, hiding. Holding fast to a prayer. Trusting you will be...