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Oh, bleak and weary day Bring your stark grey over me If I lie on the ground and stare up at you Will you bear me to the sky. Will the clouds engulf me Like a comforting blanket.
My life seems to be going by so fast, Hours, days, weeks, all merging into one, This feeling, surely it cannot last. Feels like anything I do now just can't be undone.
Sitting on top of the world. Castiel knew, hoped, that if there were one place left in the world, this world, where his Father would hear him, this was the place.
Centuries of lies and deceit Pains that repeat Hollow words My fearful curse I'm toying with hearts Leaving empty parts Seen years of hurt Whole loads of dirt I keep my aim Hang my head in shame...
Your apathy is my apathy we both should feel ashamed, Not on a whim we act our lives, But to practices ingrained. The alarm clock rings I press the snooze I'll get five minutes more.
What is the point anymore.
The walls are high, And the bars are thick, The darkness looms, Within this crypt, A shattering cry, Not heard by one, Left so alone, Where fingers drum - Tap - tap - tap, On the rock they...
I'm meaningless. I'm made. Of dust and sticks. Of nothingness. Of the ebb and flow. Of emptiness. I no longer. Exist. I'm. Meaningless. I'm. Falling. And I can't stop. I wait for. The impact.
#emotion #despair @MelchiorJ13 An abyss. That's where I am. Forever falling. I'd stop.. If only I can. Darkness. It's all around me. If I could see the light. That's my one last plea. Perfection.
#household #wonder I sit there, staring at the sky, Upon a bank of earth and grass, At every thought, I give a try, And try to find the test to pass.
Cutting out the logic,. Finding a way to dodge it,. Slice out the tongue of my madness,. It's tragic,. Watching you work your magic,. Teach me a trick, take a drink,. Stay a while, stop & think,.
|the finale part| Suicide Methods: How are you going to do it. Consider this one carefully.
#2 possibility one: the after life or some shit like that. If Christians are right, you can expect Hell.
She balled her fists Filing them with Cotten sheets Another sleepless night And death she'd have to greet.
I think that the hand that feeds. Is the face that will lie. Interchanging between good and bad. He leaves a trail of hurt nearby. Such selfish needs perspire from pores.
Well I'm a miserable old git. Life gets me down and I just can't handle it. Pressure, pain, stress and emotions. Lock me in a darkened room with no commotion. I'm locked up inside my mind.
Shaking hands, Looking into a shadow land, Reaching up to a dusty shelf, Hoping to find a piece of myself. Tragedies in ink, Words of my own hell. Anything to mean something to me.
There are some nights I hold on to every note I ever wrote Some nights, I say "fuck it all" and stare at the calendar Waiting for catastrophes, imagine when they scare me Into changing whatever it is...
This girl, with a stare so empty it drills a hole straight through me, who is she. The world she does not see in the same way. She looks shattered. Torn.
Suddenly my life revolves around waiting...waiting for months and years...have I done something horrible. Have I hurt anyone.
#augustwriteaday The astronaut, alone His spacecraft way off course An oxygen explosion Had ripped a hole, with force At first he thought it simple Fire thrusters and then turn But with fuel cells...
They taught me one side of a two sided story. Left out the parts they thought were gory. Just used whatever showed thier glory. Like keeping gold hidden in a quarry. Ignorance takes over my mind.
Oh how it burns through the sounds I hear. Bringing me down with a malady of fear. And now I hope things will be more clear. Else I will fall to the laughs and jeers.
Title help please?. Where shall this road go. Does anyone know. Or are we just going with the flow.