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Smiling hides a lot If you put on a convincing face Most people won't be able to tell its fake That inside you're crying That your heart is slowly dying Even my friends don't notice the pain But...
Dark Safe Familiar Retreat My bedroom; Bed Safe Secure Cocooned My own private womb. Regress Curl Foetal Warm Just like a child; Block Noise Hidden Sight Just for a little while.
She climbs up on the stool, Looks straight into the mirror. Her eyes are quickly fading, And she almost has no hair. So she climbs back down the stool, Puts it back in its little corner.
I grip a glass between my hands, Oh, alcohol. It understands. It doesn't curse my ups and downs, And when I'm sad, it stops my frowns.
(Another free write aided by the night). Just give me a day. One single day. That's all that I ask. Send it my way. Just give me a night. One peaceful sleep. That just may be. All that I need.
So I got through the merriment. And I got through the cheer. Through the unwrapping of presents. With a smile made to wear. And I got through the visits. From my family and friends.
inner me. outer me. the outer one is the same. the inner one has changed. my inner has shriveled up. my outer the same. from the outside you can't see. drugs are a bet with your mind.
I closed my bedroom door, and I sat on the floor. Fed up of the lies that'd made me feel sad and mad. I shut out everything around me, feeling rather safe in this haven I called my room.
One of those days When I feel sad and blue Nothing much happened So don't look for clues It's not what you think It's not that time so don't give me that wink Somehow I do want this day to...
Sometimes no one listens, Except the beer in my glass, Sometimes no one understands, Unless I drain it fast.
She paints a pretty picture But this story has a twist Her paint brush is a razor The canvas is her wrists.
I want to close my eyes And fall into the Never-ending slumber Of dreams against reality. Listen to my heart beating And nothing else Would possibly matter.
*a very close friend has been inflicting pain on themselves and I can only imagine how bad it must be for them.
She is losing it She wants to find some way to let out the anger she has bottled up Her feelings are ready to implode What can she do.
I'll just go sit on the floor, Hands over my ears, No way in or out. I'll purse my lips, Hold my breath, Hold every last shout. I'll scream inside, Howl and roar, Until I'm without a doubt.
Today I'm going to buy some rose tinted glasses As this is how I want to view the world I'm going to turn off the TV, delete my apps And ignore the sadness unfurl Is there no good news to report Or...
No knowledge left On what's right or wrong Just hit with pain Quite hard and strong Numb and dull Traumatized you don't see Just my smile As plain as can be Ask me how was school I say...
Under the covers I can hide away. Hide from words that hurt me. Faces that scowl in my direction. Under the covers I am left be. Under the covers I don't hear. Negativity pouring off the tongue.
I'll make myself a burrow,. And curl up in a ball,. Where nothing except me and my thoughts,. Really matters at all,. I'll block out all the shouting,. The violence on the news,.
Recently I've been Finding joy at The bottom of An empty bottle, Doesn't matter What as long as Alcoholic content Is above a good 5%, And I drink until I don't miss you, Until the love, The hate, The...
If I close my eyes tight. And turn off the light. If I nuzzle into my pillow. And weep just like a willow. If I try not to make a sound. And ignore some of those around. If I focus on my dreams.
If I close my eyes tight. And turn off the light. If I nuzzle into my pillow. And weep just like a willow. If I try not to make a sound. And ignore some of those around. If I focus on my dreams.
Glasses, They disguise, The purple bags, Under my eyes. Glasses, If eyes are red, You don't see it, Just glasses instead. Glasses, Hide the tears, From your friends, And fellow peers.
#Household Every time I'm beaten, I'm bruised, we've broken ties; I cannot bear sunny days, Or cerulean clear blue skies.