I do cut my wrist with a knife that is sharp. Hope Lost. As sweet as a mocking bird, is Nobody starts off as the star of the show in front of a cheering audience Everyone starts off with a curtain in front of Blank document, is the best way to describe my mind as this very moment. Disconnect this USB, full of confusing thoughts, to In Too Deep.
I can't think All around me is water--a torrential My Voice. I'm writing It seems pointless sometimes to Sorrow Sorrow is the pitter patter of rain drumming steadily on my roof. It is the feeling of a heart piercing shard of pain Night comes, you come, and I ponder. I think too much and can not keep hold of my lover. Hold me, kiss me, love me, I don't Sun to Son. The sunlight creeps in through the cracks Peeking in on myself Covering me in the light of what was, from son to sun.
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Sonnet It's all tears from here-- A one way-ticket to eternal heartache. Darling, you're the only one I can fear-- The one who can The Dark. Why I write, to set myself free. The voices all scream down on me, they are all screaming my name in agony. And That's The Tea: Reality.
Coming back. What am I doing here? Where am I? Who am I? The Last Day. Life is rough. Some people love you, some people hate you. The thing is, those who hate you, always hate you. Those who love Pounding in my chest I can't breathe. Nausea fear. How did this happen? In a World Full of People. With a life so blessed Why do I feel so poor?
Perhaps poor of happiness or Are You Even A Christian. Are You Even A Christian? Who is this girl? Who is this girl and all of her insecurities? She is not pretty enough, not smart enough Why is she The beautiful Nightmare of my Life. Growing up. The single years that feltbest described as decades; Spent in time isolated, alone and confused Maturing made difficult; Aiding my insanity.
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Nothing ever goes right This is why I write It's easy to slap on a smile Does that always mean it's real? I feel insanity A Broken Heart. People say a broken heart is like death. You feel pain and sorrow. You give your all to someone then they tear in two Miracles in If Mental Illness was Treated as Such.
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I wonder. My brother used your name in his paintings I wondered why he would You chose to not exist, years before we were born I see Snaggle Tooth. He barks so loud Right in my ear Like the most annoying alarm. Never Ending Horizons. The horizon is infinite.
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No more land falls behind me Oh how long can Putrid Heart. The putrid heart, it shows, all the retched places it's been, only i shall fetch it, shield it from it's known horrors, My new best friend. Today I met a great new friend Who knew me right away. It was funny how she understood All I had to say. She listened to It's not just physical. The teachers don't care Care about whether or not you're suffering Suffering not just on the outside, but on the inside In the unchecked corner There is a darkness that thrives.
It lies, and bides its time Slowly consuming our lives.
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The " I Wanna See Change. I wanna see cheange like walking into a store without being spyed on. I wanna see change like going to court without being Why Arn't I Me? I Write. All day at school Feeling Alone No one to talk to Friend? I had not one I was depressed Cuts on my arm I'm not good enough Silhouette Years. How many years in the dark Will it take you to realize that Life isn't all rainbows? A swim. In the abyss a crevice of black I curl my neck ready to attack With inked rapiers in my claws I slash and stab hoping for I Need to Relax.
I need to relax. Right, left, right, left. Step on every single crack.
Self-Observation Without Judgment (Danna Faulds)
Stumble purposely The Struggling Seed. The slits on her wrist, The burns on her calf. Not eating for weeks, Hating herself. These are not things to glorify, They That Scared Four Letter Word. From Dark to Light. Fate could be any darker, waking to broken dreams and nightmares, never to reach full potential, the light ahead seemed so Taught to suppress I struggle to express To appear weak Means I would disappoint Taught to suppress I still struggle to My complicated world.
I can hear it My blood rushing My mind pounding My heart gushing Living a lie for what people want me to be Does it even All in My Head. That voice in my head The devil that clings to my back, Tells me I'm not good enough. Not pretty. Not skinny.
Just not For many years have teenagers been considered to be the new tomorrow.
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