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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,.
Take me away mighty one to my dreams of happiness. Relieve me from my fears and pain stricken self. Oh how I wish to have a soul that would fix me until I am once again OK.
I need to fix my broken smile, And learn to laugh again. It's been broken for a while, It's been a sad and growing trend. I need to fix my broken heart, And learn to love again.
Anxiety. Depression,. A psychological. Recession,. Been. Strong. For too. Long,. On edge,. Anxious,. Met by. Doctors. Frankness,. Pills and. Tablets,. Rather than. Dealing. With the. Sadness,.
No more blood shed . No more secrets hid . Only emotions to flow . Though I wish to go . . No more tears cried . No more slices tried . Only thoughts explored . Though I feel ignored . .
If I could gather up All the smashed fragments of myself I would Carefully collect every last one And reminisce About what I used to be Take all of the little pieces of My heart And breathe...
It's inevitable. . . But it still finds us or our actions and choices create it. . .
One foot tracing the path of the other Which passed before it, and stepped carefully Onto the soft, blossom-littered forest floor, I walk, half in a dream through the glade With the beams of...
Feel that racing heart of yours, Beat steady like a humming bird, Your wings of blood, unfurling, And your secrets, whispered in a word.
The sharp pain is beckoning For me to overcome, To overthrow and expose All these masquerading heroes That planted a seed of distress deep in the soil -of heart Who do think I am What did you...
Breathing is something many people take for granted. But there are people who realize that the 'catch in your breath' and the word 'breathless' are all very real statements.
Her life was in pieces, A torn piece of cloth, Like a ragged dress, Half eaten my moths, Sitting in a wardrobe, Just to be disposed, With each day, It only gets worse, So what she did, Is get a...
Part of this blog will consist of songs that I write when I'm feeling low. This one is called 'Keep The Light On'. Copyright of moi.
I knew it would happen, That I'd loose him someday I just didn't know what I'd feel I'm still...
Just go. Just let go. I don't need you here with me, I'm coping fine, or can't you see. Just go, Just let go. No need to hang on, To what's already gone wrong. So bad. We can't stop it now. So sad.
Tears they fall Like a great waterfall She was lost And paid a great cost A lesson she has learnt Play with fire ...
I have a heart that's made of stone, It's not a fragile thing. Once upon a time it was whole, It's stone from too much breaking.
Clear water leaks from her eyes. No, really, it's no surprise. She's been through it all and back again. Her tears just merely show her pain. So don't tell her to get up and move on.
A man visits his doctor low in spirit and a sad heart. The doctor refuses to medicate him but offers a few simple life remedies.....
In a little black box I keep everything precious to me. People can't see it but it's there carefully hidden in plain sight right in my heart, away from danger under lock and key, I long ago threw...
There's a bottle full of tears in her dresser drawer. There's a lifetime of regrets knocking at her door. There's a glimmer of hope she chooses to ignore.
If you look inside of your heart,. you can find forgiveness or at least the start. And from that place where you can forgive. is where Hope, and Love, also thrive and live.
I have severe writing block so I'm writing this ditty to give my system a shock. Opuss has become a place to outlet, A place to voice my anger, my thoughts and regrets.
Stitch me back together,. Frayed edges,. Threads of cotton,. I can still see the seams. Where the patchwork joins,. Awkward, jarring,. Colours that shouldn't ever. Sit next to each other.