Have you ever thought about how odd it is to simply exist? You are merely a soul in a big vast world of lost souls. When you think of the world and how it is green and blue in space and you think of how it aligns perfectly with all of the other planets and you think of how there are billions of stars out there that are larger than you can fathom and then you think of yourself, a lost soul among billions of others of lost souls you just have to think: what's the point of going through this life when I am just another lost soul among other lost souls trying to find their way.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
She buttons all of her buttons and zips all of her zippers but she's too late because the wintry weather had already seeped inside and taken over her soul.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
I wonder if my bus driver notices that I always listen to music and never look happy.
I wonder if my teachers notice the red lines on my wrist when I raise my hand in class.
I wonder if my parents notice that their baby girl hides razorblades in her room.
I wonder if my friends notice that their happy and bubbly friend is breaking down on the inside.
I wonder if my classmates notice I hate the way they look at me.
I wonder...
Does anyone notice?
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
I crawl out of bed from another sleepless night. My family tells me to "look alive." But they don't realize how hard that is when I feel so dead inside.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
The lights are dim as the film plays. I look at him and he looks at me. Some say we fit together perfectly. I gently rub my index finger over the rough slices on his wrist and he kisses the scars on mine. We are both broken people who picked all our pieces up and fit them together to make a whole.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
I hear you talk with your friends about how you don't understand how people get so bad they self harm. I have something to say to you that would make you understand. Short and simple: I used to think that too.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
It's 3:04 and she pulls out her headphones. The silence floods into her brain, bringing with it the voices of the past, the thoughts of suicide, the feeling of emptiness, the lack of will to carry on, and the evil demons she must battle. It's 3:04 and she pulls out her headphones and reality engulfs her mind like a natural disaster. It's 3:05 and she puts her headphones back in. Another sleepless night.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
She's surrounded herself with misfit toys. And somewhere between the fights, the make ups, the comforting, and the listening... she found that she had become one too.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC