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Soul lays empty,think of the past,. Wishing for things not meant to last,. Why can't you move on and focus on what's ahead,. Instead of sitting in misery and despair instead,.
Panic attack because your safety has gone. Drug yourself up just for protection. Every minute seems like torture sitting with the stranger that is yourself. Fuck.
You know it sucks not being able to remember my past. But it does have advantages, I don't have to remember the heartbreaks or the times I cried for pointless reasons.
Or do these dark rainy days bring on terrible bouts of nostalgia. My day started off rather horribly.
The clutter and messes inside my mind, Will never be sorted in any kind. This general disorder is mine to search, On a ledge, overlooking it all, do I perch.
Yeah I'm single. I can't say I like it. I'm a very sociable human, and can't really cope without people. I had a girlfriend about 6 months ago.
I eat well and I keep clean, I drink but I never get mean, I eat well and I keep clean, I drink but I never get mean, Early morning's coming, I know I should go home, But I wanna have a good...
When clouds of pain loom in the sky, When a shadow of sadness flickers by, When a tear finds it's way to the eye, When fear keeps the loneliness alive, I try and console my heart.
I look in the mirror and see that face,. It takes me back to a different place,. That pale, thin oval of a ghostly shade,. A cement of secrets set to be laid,.
That moment When in a group, You go to speak next. But someone unknowing Has already taken Half of your words. It's half life.
I whisper gently into an eternal dream. Come to me. Chasing shadows in a dark room. Illusive voices calling me. Come to me. I lay my plans on a floor of glass. Transparent yet it only reflects myself.
Not the prettiest, Smartest, Or funniest. Overweight, Eccentric, Somewhat niche. A sense of humour, In the gutter, A tendency To be Overly Melodramatic.
I really need to sort myself out because life's just gonna end up passing me by and before you know it I'll be an old man who wasted his life.
Reminiscing the various stories I truly believed when a child, I recalled too the very moments when I realised they were not exactly true.
I don't usually like talking about myself, but I feel like I have to explain my poetry and justify it. I am not a severely depressed person, nor suicidal. I actually quite enjoy my life.
People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing.
It hurts to look at yourself in the mirror and hate yourself, look into the mirror and wonder what ever happened to that smile that used to shine so bright.
I'm not always as confident as I seem ... there are many nights and many days when all I want is to be held. I love being held. Always. Sometimes I don't want to talk about what is bothering me ...
I’m nowhere near perfect I eat when I’m bored I fall for boys too easily I’m vulnerable to their lies I’m hoping that one day someone can get to know me without me getting into a long story I live...
I'm not perfect, But trust me, ive tried to be, and now i know it will never work. I've made mistakes. I've taken the easy way out. I've lied to my friends.
Look in the mirror Hate what I see Ugly and jealous Looking at me. Hate that I hate What I see deep within When I should be content In my body and skin.
I find myself clinging on to the past.. Reminiscing, hoping , missing anything I can grasp.. As happy I am with life for me... I can seem to look and see..
Haha I was looking over my Opusses a few moments ago and I suddenly realised how miserable I must seem.
The struggle between good and evil. This issue has been on mind all day. Surly if there meant to be equal. Some negative things are ok to say.