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Walking down the open street,. Dressed in black from head to toe,. Black umbrella overhead,. Pitch black shadow down below,. Key in pocket, knife in hand,. Sheets of rain fall from above,.
And so My Story takes another turn, From past mistakes i will learn. In my head I'm not alone, I have a twin I try my best but still I sin.
In my mind I'm living in this truly special place, Escaping to my thoughts where I don't have to show my face.
#household I know a place where my love can stay, It's how I keep the monsters at bay, My closet is packed full up to the top, I hope and hope the nightmares will stop, There was a beast with twelve...
#100days She leans over the side of the bridge, contemplating the events of the day, trying to ignore the noise behind her. It would be so easy to step up onto the ledge.
Waiting, Sighing, Slowly, Dying, The forest sways, And sings it's song, Waiting for, something to go wrong, Darkness, Closing in, Darkness, Will surely win, My mind's a blank, My heart is...
(Sorry feeling down at the moment and slightly bored) One more cut. I knew it wouldn't be enough to ease my internal pain, a deep sickening pain that tortured me daily, but...
Is this an illusion. Are you really here. Is my mind playing tricks, Are you this near. You're caressing my face, Stroking my hair, Is this an illusion, Do you really care.
The curtains are permanently drawn Always night, there's never a dawn I hear people living a life outside But this is my prison, I hide inside.
My chest feels numb, it hurts and it bleeds. Tears won't come out its like a disease. Rip my heart out so I can no longer feel. I wish reality never felt so real.
For @sjw. When I look at the world around me. All I see is sadness and hate, no beauty. When I look up at the stars into space. All I see is balls of fire devoid of grace.
The hole fell far beneath them as they stood staring down it. Straggly roots sprouted from its sides. Thorns in the way but they could see the prise a faint light dim glow at it's end.
Yes, I'm fine, Smiling all the time. Everything's great, Living life until it's too late. I'm a little crazy and a little mad, There's nothing bad about that. I'm perfectly safe It's all okay.
Never quite fitting in, Looking for solace. Desperately seeking out shelter, Struggling to see the point of it all Where did it go wrong exactly. When did everything start to fall down.
Take a big slice of my ego. Wash it down with a cappuccino. Consume what you don't know. A sour tasting worn out sole. Chew on my fatty pride. Lick the salty tears I cried.
Standing with your back to me, Avoiding meeting eyes, Just another reminder that: Everybody lies.
The truth is vain You can try To shift the blame Or tell a white lie. Can you colour lies. Can you tell the truth. See it in your eyes. Maybe it's from youth.
To me waiting rooms are purgatory. The space where nobody really knows how to react so we just sit quietly and wait. I have a thing about silence.
Call me an attention whore, A drama queen Yes.. I like the attention, don't we all.
Stand before the mirror, Fingertips to glass, Watch distorted images, Intention: to harass. Sometimes telling truly, Sometimes lies of spite, Throwing my reflection, Into a new light.
you will never hear another word come straight from my lips but try to listen closely to the echoes in the distance.
You said it's nice to meet you. I said thanks. You said how are you. I said fine. You grinned and winked at me. I flushed red. You said I like your hair, I said thanks.
Dancing, prancing Playing tricks The Devil inside Is a nasty mix Poking, prodding Making fun As mad as men In the mid-day sun Don't mean to hurt Or make you cry Just a voice Deep inside.
You're Like A Scar. Puckered. Not Healing. A Wound On The Inside. Irritation.