Faked It?!
#disabilityaware #rant A couple of swear words.
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#disabilityaware #rant A couple of swear words.
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.
Just another tremendously happy and cheerful poem. Warning: contains immense happiness and extreme cheerful emotions. I'm joking.
Sleeplessness leaves me in thought After every weary day; The friendship that I so long sought Has drifted far away.
I have no personality. I can become whatever you want me to be. Mold me, shape me, Whatever you desire. I can be water, soil, or fire. If you need support, I'll be your own cheerleader.
My name's Samantha, I'm 15 years old, I live in Indiana, I'm shy at school, but at home I'm bold. But this is just dusting the surface, These are basic facts.
Ever get the feeling of being totally unable to reach out and make a difference when a loved one is down , depressed and just not coping......
#acrostic. #fiction. Completely numb,. Over-run,. Manically insane,. Physically in pain,. Left alone - shattered,. Emotionally battered,. Terrified and scared,. Etching my pain - my soul bared,.
Even though I was gone a moment, I missed your warm embrace, An amazing, sparkling creative tool, Which is known as a writers place, See, my lifestyle says "no", To letting creative juices flow, And...
When you feel like crying. For something so small. When you can't do one thing. And feel you'll let down them all. "What the hells wrong with you?". You ask more and more now.
Doesn't pain kill . Like it never will . It never hurt so much . Like a wiches special touch . . Don't you have a heart . Well mine is tearing apart . Pain has a key . And it's gonna kill me . .
Sometimes I think, What people will say of me, When I'm long gone, When I'm just a memory. Will someone else say, That I was a mistake to the world.
#acrostic Senses here sort of glean, Perhaps a bright and happy theme. Reaching for another tissue, In truth this is quite an issue. Nothing but glum is how I feel, Got to say I must be real.
Today I gave in. To a slow suicide. That comes in a stick. From a red and white box. I halfway hated myself. As I searched for my lighter. And I found it. And I gave birth to a flame.
Every scar on my skin leaves me a memory of my past phycological issues. Phycological Issues that used to make me cry Myself to sleep at night and where id hold my teddy bear tight.
I trusted you. Not to hurt me. To add another cut to what I thought couldn't get worse. You proved me wrong. Because now, There's another place That marks my hurt. You promised me.
I was on Tumblr, looking at a blog of a new follower. The whole blog was basically about suicide, cutting, and drugs.
I see him, he struggles. And won't ask for help. The books that he's read. All cover the shelves. Life's not what he thought. It's new and its strange. The world doesn't know him.
Oh my darling let me hold you close in my arms, To keep you from the hatred many portray. I don't want you to feel like an outcast.
Fear consumed me as a boy, voices always came to my room, hiding beneath the covers, believing they would protect from being consumed.
Day one and my arm is slightly numb, Thirty to go, none of them will be fun. Stomach churning, feeling lightheaded, Ulcers burning, nerves are shredded.
Where is that cheerful guy I used to know. I look in the mirror and it's like I don't even recognize myself. I look so down and tired, I don't see that guy that was so happy so long ago.
Outside lives a man with a smile that brightens up a room, yet inside hides a boy with a frown full of dispair.
The wind howls through ashen clouds. So cold and uncomfortable you shiver. Hairs standing erect on your back. Your blue lips suddenly quiver.