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@Bluegerbil #youngwritershousehold Air is getting thin, Inhale, exhale, heavily. No need to grin.. Not sure what will become of me.
Silver, sharp, & beautiful, Scars with stories to unfurl, Cliché, broken, lost, & misplaced in an artificial world, Crucified, hanging from the devils cross, Suicide looming & a mind spilt in...
See, look, feel, touch. Broken & just not enough. Wound up & I hate to love, Your fumes are a drug. Push me out of your way, You've got cards to play.
I run for my life but I seem to go nowhere. I wish I could grow some wings and fly. She put chains on me with just her stare. She holds me back, she won't even let me try.
#emotion The words from your lips tell me I should leave. Yet they tempt me, which do I believe. Your head tells you go, yet to me no sign of closure does it show.
Lost in the crosswinds; stranded at sea. Stuck in a room without a key. How I wish that I could be free. If only it was the truth to be. A sun rises in a colorless sky.
If you could see my deepest fears It would reduce you to tears If you knew my secrets ...
Im stuck in a jail cell without any bars. My nights pitch black; cant see any stars. Im stuck in traffic; but there aint no cars. Drunk in my head; never been to bars.
My clocks broken but I hear the tick. I'm a magician but I dont have a trick. I cant take medicine even though Im sick. They say Im slow but Im quick. The windows closed but I feel the breeze.
My inner chantress summons me to my knees Whispering taunts are carried on the breeze My perception of what once was tis now gone Carried away by torrid tempers so strong Unforgiven and relentless is...
Already killing. Bulmia attacking. Carrying emptiness. Dying without a big mess. Eliminating nothing. Future withering. Gargantuan we think. Help, to stop, eat, and drink. Insistently devouring me.
Body distortion,. Eat small portions. Take pills. Skinniness wills. Your finger the trigger. Bulimia fooling you bigger. Every breath. Lying to yourself. Can't see your toes.
Lips sealed, Ink written riddles, Art of yours, tongue to wield. Reckless & messy, playing emotions like a fiddle. Looking right in my eyes, Out comes all of your lies.
Im hiding in the corner of a giant sphere. Its called the world; oh how I do fear. All the evil; all those out to smear. I would not allow them to get so near.
Behind the walls, Collecting, pondering it all. Afraid to look down, I know I'll fall. Inside the walls, I hear it all. Whispers, temptation, cries & calls. Addiction locking itself in.
#emotion Frustrated and angry, my blood starts to boil. My fury builds up teasing me, thoughts and feelings become embroiled. Uncontrollable anger erupts, my actions are no longer my own.
Little girl stop crying Save the pain for me Wait for me to be strong again I'll set one side free I can't forget the past Can't foresee the future No one understands me No one sees that side of her...
The swamps subdue me, but yet I have no fear. For what can I lose, which I should hold dear. There is but one thing that I would say: As the raven comes closer, you shouldn't stray.
#youngwritershousehold She sits there on her horse, Hoping the feeling won't stay. She tries to outrun it all, To ride her life away. When will the fear go, The pain, agony, terror.
Anxiety wrapped around my neck, Like a necklace. Swing, hit & a miss. Tightening around my throat, Taking the breath from my lungs. Until I choke. Angels cried, the devil's sung.
My legs are untangled From these wicked sheets, That hold me down in prison, As I try to sleep. My thoughts are stirring, Conquests on my mind, As if it's though I'm falling To very fast to find.
I don't understand. I'm alive without feeling. No pain in my bleeding hand. Life goes on sealing. It's unreal I move but go nowhere. I'm stuck, but when I cry, no one hears.
If it werent on the list, it'd either be "Zooom!!" or "My Demise" Zooom!. Past my face Hair thrashing Into the winds sweet embrace Zooom!.
Hidden away, behind my make-up, behind my smile. You think I'm perfect, you tell me all the time. There is nothing perfect about the person I see. A small, fragile girl, hiding.