Holding Onto Threads Of Tears
My mind is a mess of my thoughts inside. Every-time, wishing it was me that died. Lost in seas of blackest tar. All alone, at least thus far. Never did she ever think, future.
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My mind is a mess of my thoughts inside. Every-time, wishing it was me that died. Lost in seas of blackest tar. All alone, at least thus far. Never did she ever think, future.
I stepped in the elevator on my deepest of days. Thinking of the sorrow I've endured for years. Thinking about the scars on my wrists and stomach. Thinking about why they are there.
From the day I was born You set me off to wonder alone I was so young and naïve Even though I tried, there was nothing I could achieve You said that I was worth nothing and useless You didn't...
If happiness won't stay with me. And if you won't hold my hand. Then you can keep your oxygen. I have something else planned. If I can't kiss your lips. If I can't love your mass.
I ran out of the shop, letting the bag clothes drop loudly behind me. "Dylan, No!" I heard Seth shout in the distance. I didn't care anymore, why should I.
1 pill down. 2 am. 3 pills down. 4 pills left. 5 am. 6 to beat. 7 am. 8 i reach. 9 am. 10 in me. 11 am. 12 i'm free. 13 pm. 14 heart beats. 15 pm, heart beats freeze. 16 pm. 17 police. 18 pm.
I don't know how it happens. I can be so happy one second. I've got the bottle in my hand, and I know not one thing is stopping. None of you will miss me.
Tired. Why even bother, Trying. Lying is easier, Dying is easier. Time. It's only a matter of it Before I lose it, Before I throw a fit. Ostracized.
Is that all I'll ever be. A blot on the paper of extistence. The dot in an "i" in the novel of life. A simple screw in a machinery masterpiece. A candlesticks glow in a lighthouse. Unimportant.
Theres a special feeling,. a certain feeling quite tragic,. it rages in the mind,. like a fire burning plastic,. it does not go away,. just stays to fight a war,. fights a war it knows its gonna win,.
Turn off my emotions. Turn off my dread. Turn off my anguish. Leave me for dead. Turn off the lights. Turn off the time. Turn off these days. Tell them that i'm fine. Turn off my thoughts.
Trapped inside a cave of despair, No light, no hope, no anywhere. It's been building up for far too long I'm not innocent but I'm not so wrong.
Feeling this pain I collapse into bed Not in my body In my heart and my head All I see is darkness Quickly closing in I can't escape it's evil grasp I fight but never win The feeling overwhelms...
Fires ablaze within my eyes, A smile concealing all my lies, Screaming, begging, calling out, A final, frantic, desperate, shout.
It's like drowning. Always drowning. The water fills your lungs, And threatens to pull you under. You'd have to be depressed to understand.
You don't know how it feels, To be imprisoned in an emotional chamber full of fear, Gated with iron knives, So if you try to get out, they dig deep into your skin, soul, and feed off of your fear.
If anyone fancy's writing a reply from the partner that would be so cool tag me so I can read. A love I cannot touch, God I want you so much.
A lyric I wrote when I was such a mess and in abusive relationship #cutter #death #lost #abandoned #alcohol #razor #pills #drugs ------------------------- Baby, since you've been gone The night seem...
My world is falling, crumbling apart, life is meaningless & that's just the start My hearts so sore, I can feel it breaking & I swear to god it leaves me shaking Late at night till early in the...
I slit my wrist to erase the pain, you look at me, and think I'm insane, my eyes turn red, bleeding my tears, and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
Her father approached as the girl tugged at her delicate sleeves. She knew what was coming. She knew he was coming. He grabbed her wrist, and she screamed at his grip.
The dark wood line on the horizon Gleams of a deep scarlet red. The fog begins to part, Depressing thoughts rummage my head. Why do I try. I never succeed.
Mirror mirror on the wall, How do I stop this all. The voices pound inside my head, Images flashing, burning red. A drip of blood, an ounce of tears, Maybe you're too young for my years.
There I stand. On the edge. Toes curl over. I am left. I don't look down. From the cliff. Close my eyes. I take a breath. I wonder what it feels,. Like to fall. See my life flash and,. Not feel small.