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Asphyxiant and last words Battle for breath Only toxic words are left Content to let Let bygones be dead Buried in the depths Best left unsaid Words painted red.
Sense the despair this night. You know you bring on this fight. Bleed to cool the boiling. This hot sensation from inside. Bleed to stop the spoiling. And hang on for this ride.
Ok so I don't know what to say. I'm sure your fed up with my posts about my Grandad but.... If you were in this situation you would completely understand.
Forget tales of campfires Give me Tarmac, Grit and lust I don't know if I love you, I could but is it just...
Skinny love and telephone poles, Earphones, paper, matches, coals, Bones and water, salt and tea, And coupons paying words for free.
I lock myself in the old white room, Surely I will die very soon. I sit there tucked in a ball, Ignoring my mothers worrying calls.
So close, To a satisfied heart. Nearly there, Yet torn apart. Barely seconds, To shatter all. Life broken, From one bad call. He wins again, And I lose. One bad move, Set off my fuse.
Dark room, nothing but mere silence. I listen to the peaceful rain falling from the gloomy clouds, every little drop. It's soothing lullaby calms me down, puts me to sleep. It allows me to dream.
Open, Dry. Bleeding from the inside. Never Known If I would make it. Anger, Rushing & burning as it flows. Fear, Loving Every second it controls. Pain, Gripping, Clawing at my soul.
There comes a time in everyone's life when you realise that you have to let go and just leave it behind because it isn't worth the hassle. That time in my life is now.
I'm not jealous. I say. My feelings are over and done with. My feelings are tattered and torn. Basically. I learned how to stop caring. Not to stop caring completely. Well you know what I mean.
No one wants to comfort me. Not my family, not even my own mother. No one will listen to what I have to say. No one cares and no one is concerned about how I feel. They don't understand.
The Lonely, The Bitter, and The Troubled George the Lonely George sat, his head leaning on the freezing window. His earphones dangled loosely down his sides and into his left pocket.
A little drip of pressure, Can quickly send me frowning, Amounting to a hurricane, And suddenly I'm drowning.
Nails for breakfast, Tacks for snacks, Knives and scissors, Behind my back, Make the mundane A sharpened charade, Metaphorical pain, Self-harm of my self-worth, I'm all give and I've Pretty much...
I don't even want to try anymore. I'm so confused about everything. Is my best friend really my best friend. Is she worth the struggle. Am I really in love with someone I haven't a chance with.
Insecurities. They cloud me like a hive. An angry swarm of liquid wasps. Eating me alive. Faults and failures. They run along my skin. Wearing all my flesh away. Until I'm bones; I'm thin.
One cut Two cuts Three cuts, four Come now, dear What's one more.
I want to disappear. From staring faces. I want to vanish. Leaving life's traces. Under my rock. I want to crawl. Into a safe haven. I want to fall. The pressures. I cannot cope. It's suffocating.
I'm scared to jump into the fire I'm scared I'm gonna fall I won't ever take the risk I won't lose it all I'll never know until I try But is it worth the pain Should I open up my heart Or shut it...
To the majority of people home is a safe place, a sanctuary. To me it's a place where I feel alone, a place where I don't want to be.
I'll put on a show. Don't want you to know. What's going on inside. Things that plague my mind. Don't want you to see. That my smile is empty. Acting that I'm strong. Don't worry nothings wrong.
I closed my eyes. Held my arms out beside me. The air caressing my body. The sun burning the backs of my lids. My hair moving this way and that. And whipping against my face. And then that sound.
sometimes I feel like I want to stop breathing...