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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...
Sick of rules, They should be broken. I'll rebel, Yes, I'm outspoken. Sick of lines, That I can't 'cross', Try to stop me, It's your loss.
Life can b cruel..,a very cruel beast…a twisted blade of disappointment & broken promises & dreams…and I’ve done more than my fair share. I hate…I despise hurting ppl.
No one ever listens,. Yet I always try,. Sometimes I just want to run away,. Curl up and begun to cry,. No one ever cared,. Yet I do my best,. I'm sorry I'm only one person,.
The flame inside me has burnt. Burned itself. Now all that remain are the ashes of what I was, my feelings, my memories. Your laughter, your love, our link. Our souls have gone against each other.
I don't want to feel This inkling I am now This niggling in my brain I won't let you get inside The inner depths of my mind I won't be hurt again I can hear a little voice At the back of...
No tears, just thoughts Of what if. And if not. Who I am hates who I've been But I'm still wrapped up in sin I'm jealous. I'm okay. I'm angry. Can this all go away.
I hate the way I often sigh. And how easy things can make me cry. Like popping up to say ''oh hi!'' Then five minutes later you'll say goodbye. I hate how things will get to me.
I'll teeter on the precipice, Worried to go faster, So much fog and ice ahead, I'm scared that I can't master. I'll stay here on the very edge, Take risks.
Have you ever been caught between two decisions. (Ofcourse you have) Your body and every physical sense demanding you take the quick fix and your mind telling you it is illogical and to wait.
Words used to pacify Covering a lie... A connection broken Remnants a token... A mouth babbles The truth unravels... No matter at what cost I would've lost...
Gaze into the mirror, Lock gaze with your own eyes, See them widen/shallow breathing, Signs of your surprise.
Running around my head, Like tiny little ants. What you said, Is it really true. Flying through my mind, Those words so cruel. Could words be so unkind. Or was it all lies.
You're punch connects with mine,. And our knees soon meet,. Synchronised in perfect time,. The same steps with our feet,. Blood spills on my cheek,. And it also spills on yours,.
The boy next door There next door to me, lives a boy I would like to see. His deep blue eyes enchanting me. His dark hair swept naturally free. His golden personality shines so bright.
I listen over and over to what they are saying. I furrow my brows and try to understand. What do you mean. What are you trying to say. I don't understand.
I put a brave face on for you all to see. The smiling polite young man expected of me. Can't you see my eyes don't smile at you anymore. Filled with a pain of betrayal they look to the floor.
I have it all. A nice car, nice home, great friends, and a great family. Did I mention my wonderful husband.
Destructing everything in sight On a mission to win the last fight Determination to self destruct All the fears that the nightmares construct.
In what world am I 'perfect'. A silly thought, I know. You always say 'just blend on in', Get sucked into the flow. Can I be my own girl. A person by myself. In what world would you want that.
I'm sorry I couldn't be strong for you. I'm sorry I lie. I'm sorry I don't trust anyone. I'm sorry I get in the way. I'm sorry I irritate you. I'm sorry I'm unhappy.
It was hate that filled my empty heart, Anger blew up my world apart. Without a thought I lived my life, No place for care, no place for love, My wailing heart,a toughened beast it was.
Anger digging up my mind, And screaming to myself, Fury takes up most of my time, And it questioning my health, Stress is buried deep within, On the verge of running away, But it seems I cannot...