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Tears run down my cheeks. It's been so long. Since I have cried. From when you were gone. My body heaves. Uncontrollable tears. Trailing down my cheeks. From facing fears. Salty tears on my tongue.
Let's go on a journey, Just me, the world and you. Travel along the globe, And far across the blue. Take one step at a time, Our fingers entwined. Onto a better place, All the pain left behind.
Thunder that drowned out the voices of those that desperately tried to help me, Lightning that blinded my sight of friends and kept me from being free, Bitter cold wind that bruised my skin and...
Before you I was feral, wild and free Then you came You were tender to me I was hard A tough nut to crack With you All defences fell flat I never wanted To be loved so much With you I surrender...
If I don't return your messages Then my silence lets you know That I haven't turned & looked back Since the day I let you go.
Scars all over my legs, Scars all over my arms, Ugly reminders of bad times, Those past maims and harms. Scars all over my body, Scars all over my back, So many scars, I've lost track.
~Ian~ I looked up at the stage when I heard familiar singing voices, it was.. Adam and Alyssa singing together. I sighed. They always did duets together. "I like this song, it's so...
There are those that give. And those that don't. Those that love and those that won't. As for me my heart is yours. The pain you feel is mine,. To store. I am here for you my tearful friend.
The butterfly project: The butterfly project was something created to help and encourage self-harmers to stop cutting. RULES: 1.
People throw the word love around like a tennis ball. It is something I have rarely felt. Love is not telling me I am fat when I was only a size 8.
It's ok baby boy, no matter what, you are safe now. Don't be scared baby boy, you'll be ok, I know how. You are loved so much baby boy, Can you not tell.
Hiding Our Hurt Chapter 4 ~~~ When the song ended it changed to a Goo Goo Dolla song, Iris. I also got emotional when this song came on, it reminded me of my past.
So after it all. I survived the fall. Been tossed and turned. And had my fingers burned. But the road to recovery is here. And finally everything has become clear. I'd all but given up.
When two became one then one on my own I thought i wanted to spend the rest of my life alone.
Show me your life. And I'll tell you mine. The loss of control. The powerlessness. The fight for life. The retreat from the same. The reasons I chose. Show me your world. And I'll draw you mine.
#Household Every time I'm beaten, I'm bruised, we've broken ties; I cannot bear sunny days, Or cerulean clear blue skies.
As I buckled myself in, I gazed out of the small window. Airport staff were riding little carts, going about loading and unloading suitcases.
Demons in the darkest parts of your subconscious Hiding from sight, But ever present. Pain buried deep returns to haunt me once again. My unconquerable peaks on the mountain called life.
It jumps at you when you're least prepared, Brings you to your knees in despair. Will twist your mind will bend reality.
Your nothing now. A mere memory to me. I'm over you. Meaning I'm happy. You're forgotten. New memories shall. Take your place in my heart. Without dismal. You're a ghost. From my past. Once was shown.
Eyes deep blue like the sea Do they still care about me.
@misslittleDHP Bully of my past Right across from me Does he remember What happened that day. What if he did. Would he hit replay. Or would he stop and Record over the bed memories. What if he didnt.
There's dents in my walls,. There's bruises on me,. There's glass shattered,. Most of its on me,. There's blood on the floor,. From my bleeding head,. The hurtful words,. That you just said,.
Maybe I will cry for days, Or maybe I'll move on. Maybe I will weep and wail, Or act like you're not gone. Maybe I shall think of it, Or maybe I'll forget.