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Do you ever feel left out standing in a room, all alone. -Even if many people are around, could be your friends or family. Do you ever feel not part of anything, not there, as if you don't exist...
My get up and go, has got up and went; Working 'til I drop. The never ending cycle of living, whenever will it stop. The winds of change blow upon my face, Teasing me with fresh delights.
#acorn Is this it. Is this all.
#nightdwellers #beginningline. #sjw. Stepping into the unknown. Is such a scary thought. Am i what i sought. I go not knowing where i step. Or where ive slept. Ive lost myself in memory.
"Why do people kill themselves?" Someone posed this question the other day, so here's my answer: People kill themselves because they simply are tired of their lives.
I felt the dizziness that three words bring and each time, they steal a piece of me and gnaw away at the small collection of faith I hold that promises everything will eventually ...
She feels the free wind against her hair,. As cold and piercing as her waring stare,. Her tired eyes give into the midnights call,. The quiet whispering beckoning a fall,.
I feel sick. Not because my tonsils are enflamed and every time I swallow I feel like I'm sipping bleach, But I do feel like sipping bleach most of the time. Too dark.
#acrostic. #serious. Roaming around, lost in my thoughts. Every time thinking of ones I'd not bought. Level headed do I stay, not following a set path. Instead I wander lost, trying to do the math.
It's a question of time. You made me smile. You made me cry. I loved you and i hated you. I found you beautiful and I found you ugly. You loved me and you hated me. I hated myself too, don't worry.
#acrostic. Rightly placed upon the world, but wrongly placed among believers. Every single day, he looks for it but doesn't ever see her. Lost among religious folk, and was born in the wrong place.
#acrostic. Reached out for you in times of need,. Expelled my sins like hate and greed,. Likened myself to an angel in the sky,. I found myself alone with my solitary cry,.
I have a nice room But what does it matter if I don't want to be in there. I have nice siblings But what does it matter if they all moved away and I can't see them when I want.
This life, lost -I no longer believe the need. This life, too dark -I often, cry, bleed. This life, encompassing -takes too much out, doesn't let me scream.
I'm fighting against the current. Left gasping and drowning. My wings have been clipped. Dragged against the jagged rocks. Whatever is watching me. Laughs at me with malice.
Are you waiting for something new to happen.
#repostthatnobodysaw My mother brings me here Every day for an hour, She thinks it will help, But it just makes my mood sour.
As I walk down this road No real way to go I start to recall All the prayers default Maybe he missed me, That man in the throne Maybe I didn't try hard enough To make this one come on Or maybe it's...
Red yellow blue mold I feel rare, feel sandwich, crusts and all Salad side and onion rings, my heart My heart, my heart is Spiralling Ha.
I walk on my path of life. A girl appears on my right side. A boy on my left. "Don't give up!" shouts the boy. "Don't give in!" shouts the girl. They seem eager to control my life.
This is a note to my future self. I don't have a specific time or place significant enough to dictate an opening ceremony. I don't have the answer to everything yet.
A gust of wind flows straight through him. Overlooking a sharp edge, Below, Chalk white cliffs where memories once lingered calling him back.. ..Gently becoming unaware..
Hell is god's justice, I've heard someone say. Sin during your life, And that's where you'll pay. But there's only one sin, That sends you to hell.
Lightning flashes thunder clashes itching rashes my brain crashes my life flashes in front of me; Im no longer free; Excuse me while a craft my crime; what I mean is draft my rhyme; a rift in time...