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Everything about her is fake. Nothing is natural. Her whole face she has to make. Her whole life is a secret. She lost herself. Something she will regret. A little brat. Looking down on others.
Healing - the process of recovery. Physical wounds heal relatively quickly, Mental scars live with you forever. Medicine for the mind is not easy to find, So we resort to sticking plasters.
There's a thing. Goin' round. An' it don't. Make a sound. Make's me scream. In my mind. Never leaves me. Behind. It's a voice. Human like. What it says. I dislike. Tells me things. In my head.
I'm falling. Falling back into the darkness that held me down for so long. Too dark, too quiet, too lonely. But this time, maybe I should just stay.
Make sure you have friends on the weekend cause if you don't then your alone And when your alone you stay at home When you stay at home you get bored and think When you think you get sad When you get...
Sorry folks but because Of my mental boarders I can't end the day on An uneven number. I've got mild OCD (or rather CDO If they're in the right order.
Stand under a tree, Look at the stars.. What each of us see, Is it what we need. Will we find it. Will we wake up. Will we look beyond the strings. That tie this world Tell it what to do.
One-shot The Hunger Games Fanfic Warnings: Spoilers I can guarantee this probably won't make sense. ________________ I can't sleep.
Everyones left now I've become forgotten. It hurts inside making me feel entirely rotten. It's as if a doors closed and I'm left on the other side. And no body cares that I'm dying inside.
Sit oblivious trapped in my mind which seems to be victorious There must be something wrong I must be going insane I've been thinking this for far too long Why is this feeling so strange.
Little love lost in her own little world Little love lonely in her own terrible world No one could save her from her pain No one could make her happy again Little love trapped in a Incurable...
How many times have you crossed this god forsaken road, Fracturing bones from carrying too much load. How many times have you visited your face. Seeing through the smudges losing even its grace.
"You'd better get up and talk to your Mother, before she goes to work." I sat up groggily in my warm and crumpled bed. "Why?" I asked in a sullen tone. My Dad stood in the doorway looking pissed off.
Little piece of you All of my parents have died, some of them still walk around like nothing has happened, like they are still alive but I have mourned for them already.
Today, I woke up feeling murderous. I want to hurt someone, or just laugh out loud at someone else's misery.
I used to be the girl that said I was fine, While begging for someone to see the pain that laced my worn lie.
Sometimes I need to feel pain. It lets me know. Life is not a game. It gives me the shock. That this is life. Nobody would like it. If it was ended with a knife. Sometimes a bruise.
I don't know what to do with my life anymore. What to think. What to feel. I only have two emotions by now, Way too happy or grippingly depressed. No in between. No colour or difference.
Charlie you look quite down. With your big sad eyes. And your big fat frown. The world doesn't have to be so gray. Charlie when your life's a mess. When your feeling blue. Always in distress.
"Are you okay?" They pretend they want to know. I see right through their façade But I don't tell them so. "Are you happy?" If it satisfies them, then yes.
The dark enclosed me, wrapped around me like a blanket, telling me everything would be alright. I could hear my own breathing, ricocheting off the Walls of my cell.
Sunshine blazing. Heat my soul. Something amazing. Let's take a stroll. Summer haze. My only goal. Summer days. Young or old. Lay down for hours. Drink by my side. So much power. Gets charged inside.
My eyes were watching carefully. My breath was cold, I could see it fly into the air. I stood outside on the steps of my little house waiting for a change in scenery.
A man sits alone in a dimly lit room, a depressed room devoid of any care and attention.