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7.00am they wake her up. She has a wee in a big cup. They tell her off. More dribbles out with a cough. 8.00am she has a wash. Uses the shower curtain as a cloth. They tell her off.
...Smashing my head on the wall. Ok, getting real fucking tiered of people not listening to the words that I speak. Looking at me with a quirked brow you seem to think i'm the freak.
Finally some good news. Somewhere in this sea of blindness - there is an island of vision. I have passed my end of semester exams. I am 5/6 of the way to being qualified.
Hurt Despair Unloved Useless All these feelings rushing around in my head, filling my body, infecting my bones.
The next morning, I woke up to a constant ringing sound. Rubbing my eyes, I nervously traipsed to the window and opened it, spying on the outside world.
Very strong subject matter reader be warned.
she lays on the bed, curled tight like a hedgehog, a knee touching her nose, the other slightly lower. her head is off the pillow by some way, the covers pulled around her curved form.
The snow blew into her face, making her lips turn blue and her tear streaked cheeks a bright pink.
The sound of a train rushing by snapped me out my trance, and I realised that I was shaking.
Pointless drivel, Angering spittle. Bickering couple, Tiresome struggle. So sick of fighting, And all the inciting. The wrongful accusing, And all the abusing.
You hear people talking. White noise so comforting. But what about the sounds. Those that really ground. Nails on a chalk board. The screeching of a bird. The droning of a Hoover.
Sometimes it's fine, just fine, If the only thing you did today Was open your eyes, get out of bed And breathe, just breathe away.
Battered and broken. Someone outspoken. Light turned dark. Forever the mark. So much pain I'm gone. Tears now all done. Living in the pain. The tears the rain. Everything flew away.
(You lot are probably sick of hearing it now but writing on here helps get it out of my head a little.) I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't concentrate on anything, it's just her constantly.
Every move we make Moves us from the place were trying to get to,. Trapped by the Current of life,. Every breath we take to stay above water trying to survive,.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me".
At the end of every day. The cracks are starting to show. Instead of being a hummingbird. I transform to a crow. I'm too hunched, aching and weary. For one as young as I. But there are some days when.
There once was a little girl, Filled with wonder and grace She wore ribbons in her hair and a smile on her face.
The moon shines bright, But it's light can't heal, The sadness deep, inside I feel. My soul pleads for mercy, Secrets tearing me apart, I lock then all away, in the middle of my heart.
I can feel the wall. I feel like I came to the end of the road and there is no turning back, there is no way out.
Black. That's what I see. Eyes can't be open. An unknown. Tortured soul. In the dark abyss. Horrid shadows. Sucking me in. Little black hole. Fall again. Fell again. Demons take me. Tell me. Hold me.
Such a short way to fall in the deepest pit. Such a powerless war effort just to love. You feel such a tease to just roll in the shit. You feel like a pig, when you're the sweet dove.
Hey. Are you better now. Yep. I'm fine You know me I'm always fine Seeing how easily you get depressed, I would advise you to see a doctor, and get some help.
The cut runs deep, Crimson drops the carpet does seep. Her pain is brief, But she sighs with relief. Pent up emotions trapped from within, Are now let loose onto her skin.