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A torrent of salty tears Trying to drown her broken heart Attempting to ease her fears Aimlessly wondering where you are Heaven or hell.
(Not sure if I posted this before, can't find it on here) I won't ask for it Nor do I expect it (I pray for it) And if offered it I'd probably reject it I scream it.
Hush child Mommy will protect With her many worries Mommy will infect Father's lost We're all alone What a shame, this pain To survive on our own Mommy is paranoid She'll shelter you well She'll...
Still not broken All I need is a bit of care The whole while can be One bad affair Somewhere down the lane There's a merry fair Still not broken Beyond all repair Caught up in fear Some real...
I kept wondering what I should do for my 100th post and as I kept getting closer I finally decided to show you guys on of the first things I wrote.
A/N: This is a poetic description of my daily battle with ADHD. Haven't I gotten it wrong. My mind is so full of questions - jockeying for answers that only create more questions.
I slept in the living room that night, on the small sofa, with the thought of, "you don't need that much room, you can't use your legs." It doesn't really work like that.
I'm not elated, I just want to be sedated I'm tired of being frustrated, I'm tired of waiting Waiting for something but I don't know what The nausea the suspense causes me Makes me feel like I'm...
Hi everyone, This is something that's been playing on my mind for a while, and I'd really appreciate it if you took the time to read it. Amanda Todd. I bet you've heard of her.
Crying alone Wanting to die People don't care Don't even ask why Fed up of the fight Lost all of my will To get up over and over It's just a steep hill I've tried so many times To fight this dark...
Soul like lead, Heart like stone. Say we've left you all alone. You're becoming skin and bone. Staying thin, Try not to eat.
I'm small. I'm discrete, I'm shiny silver, sleek. Pretty sharp, but without mind. I'll tempt you for the rest of time. I can't write, the action isn't just mine. I write only in red pen.
I'm insane.....
I silently watched the clock ticking by, too overwhelmed by the heart breaking news. How could he do this. Of all people.
in sixth grade. I was in choir. sat next to a girl. with light messy hair. I found it so strange. that she didn't care. she had cuts on her legs. I didn't know what from. all I knew was that she. she.
Derailing dillusions, disaster denied. Portraying illusion through half opened eyes. Conclusions resulting in worry's demise. Reality retrieved from the depths of my mind.
You bite your finger. You're trying to avoid the temptation of scratching yourself with nails you haven't trimmed for a while.
I don't know where to start with this I don't know where to end.
'Life is not a jail', she said, leaning back, head Tilted, a little, with that caring smile, I have come to Dislike so much. 'Life is not a jail', she said.
Cut cut I cut my skin, My soul has rotted from within. I feel the blood come down my arm, I think about why I do this self harm. I wish I was different, I want to stop it.
Reinventing my destiny, opening closed eyes as thoughts of my future warms the depth of my soul. Uninvited negative obsessions burn and vanish into the depths of my mind.
I like to walk. I get a great deal of thinking done when I'm on my own and surrounded by empty fields or darkened by tree shadows in high summer.
Hi, I would not like to state my name and age as I don't want people looking for me. I am a girl. That is all I'm saying.
Where did I go. Where have I been. I'm really not sure. The things that I've seen. My minds all a flutter. My life's in a rut. I really am wishing. My door would stay shut. But something is in here.