Not There
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...
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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...
Worry,. In the pits of your,. Tummy,. Squeezing it. Tight,. Manifesting in terror or. Fright,. Sickened stomach,. The mind becomes a. Race,. Speeding up,. never loosing. Pace,. A feeling,.
If you dance with the devil then you're gonna get burned If you don't understand the moves how will you ever learn.
#acorn Is this it. Is this all.
I'll say yes. And second guess. I lost myself. And I'm a mess. I want you. And want him too. But neither is right. Not sure what to do. Don't know where I've gone. Or what ever went wrong.
A lone gent sits on the bench, His face remains unnoticed, He blends casually into the crowd. Nothing about him is remarkable, His movements and actions are silent.
I've been running so long, I feel as if I have to, Though I know it's wrong, I want to perfect you. I've been running so fast, I feel as if I have to, Although it's in the past, I want to change you.
Constant low hum of the fish tank in the corner. The shuffling by the bookcase is yet to happen. The tv on downstairs in the living room. And the washing machine is on downstairs too.
Smile like you are happy, Take emotions away from eyes, Don't let anyone see how you really feel, Tell a few white lies.
(It's been awhile, I must say) _______________________ Slipping, sliding, falling in a state of grace. Green eyes, best memories, worst nights. Trying to forget that pretty face.
#acrostic. Something hidden within my psych. Evading exposure, withdrawn from all sight. Choking me almost, as it tries to escape. Remain though it shall, no matter the pain.
A tremor goes up through my heart . It's beating slows at long last . Its gentle pulse now matches my thoughts . Slow and steady . My breath is caught . Once again my pulse does raise .
There's been moments in life where I've searched for your face, For a tender-filled word, a love to embrace.
Unseen by the world I scream and shout Silence is the death of me I rage and I scream Just to be seen My time has come to be heard I'm tired of being pushed around Listen to me.
#sundayrepost #hopefullylaidoutabitbetter You have changed my life in so many ways. Laughter returned, So long a distant dream. A glimpse of life with meaning starts to be seen.
#sundayrepost #changedoneline There is a pain she feels inside When people say she's strong Imagine if they knew the truth...
I'm one of those people who are quiet and keep there feelings in, and keep them in until I can't any more. Until I run into a room and search for pen and paper and them scribble to my hearts content.
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.
#acrostic Mournful mood, depressive stance Escape if I had the urge Lay me down in shades of blue All I hear's your tuneless dirge Nature over nurture Can't even crack a smile Hole ridden soul...
Would I like my face. If it belonged to someone else. I didn't see it in the mirror when I wake, or spend time listing its faults. If that person was more confident, would I admire their features.
#acrostic. Maybe it's time to ask for help. Engage with a stranger and say. Look just stand there and listen. And let me get this pain out. Nowadays the desolation wins. Chased by repeated nightmares.
Seconds out of my first reception I look inside myself.
Leering behind bloody white teeth. Yearning a time to be free. Carried deep in my soul, regret. And wishing so much for a key. Not taken lightly, a powerful beast. That owns the night of the moon.
I haven't written in a while and It's not that I've had nothing to say It's because I have grown to neglect and reject the way I feel, Instead of injecting and reflecting the mix of confusion...