a strong addiction to a dream is fantasy without reality.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
I lay in my bead cold and alone
Waiting for the endless pain
To go away.
I lay in my bed cold and alone
For someone to save me
From dying at home.
I lay in my bed cold and alone
I write and I write
but nothing comes out.
I lay in my bed cold and alone
Talking to myself
For there’s no one to talk.
I lay in my bed cold and alone
Waiting for my soul to fill what broke.
I lay in my bed cold and alone
For happiness I seek when I’m alone.
I lay in bed cold and alone
Please save me from drowning
In my own thoughts.
I lay in my bed cold and alone…
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Break me
Breathe me
Touch me
Feel me
I don’t have any reasons to stay
I don’t have any reasons to live
I need help
I’m drowning
I’m slowly dying
I’m not okay
I am
But I’m actually not
I know it gets better
It does
But when?
When is it going to be my time?
When?
Please answer
Please say something
Oh wait
I forgot something
I’m talking to a keyboard
Writing*
Cries
Long sight
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
I always wear pink
But I am broken inside.
I always wear pink
But I don’t always smile.
I always wear pink
Because it shows how strong I have to be.
I always wear pink because it is my favorite color.
I always wear pink because I have no friends.
I always wear pink because it gives me hope
Though I have nothing to rely on.
I always wear pink to lie to everyone.
I always wear pink because it’s the only thing I have.
I always wear pink because my life
Is so messed up not even the brightest sun can
Illuminate it.
I always wear pink because I’m really not happy
But I have to lie to everyone so that they can be strong.
I always wear pink
For my extraordinary soul
That has nothing but a simple cut.
I always wear pink.
I always wear pink.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
I am a happy girl...
Though I go through the dark
and lay on my knees,
I laugh and I laugh
till my laugh leads to tears.
Though I look and I look
at the razor once again,
I open and smile and go back to my cave.
And even though
I cry my eyes out,
this is the image I show
to the world when i'm out.
The thing they don't
know is that my tears
lead to fears,
and my soul is a virtue
no one will ever meet.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
Everything happens for a reason, they say.
People say a lot of things. They talk and talk and talk. Not knowing that the person next to them is broken like a glass and says ‘I’m okay’ as if it were the truth. They just have no idea what it’s like. What it’s like to seek safety in other people. What it’s like to go home every day and cry until your eyes look like a tornado. What it’s like to not be happy for the fact that millions of internal voices take control of someone’s thoughts. They just have no idea.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
I try to be like everybody else,
to fit in.
But when I try,
I just ****
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
It kills me every minute.
It kills me every day.
It kills me every hour
For the rest of each May.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
It makes me sad, you know? How people around me hurt so badly. I think that’s why I hurt most of the time. Because I know that the people that I love so much are being beaten by voices inside of them, that they are being victims of their own selves. And the saddest part is that I can’t do anything about it. I offer my hand to help knowing how ****** up inside I am, but that doesn’t stop me from caring. It makes me sad how there are millions of people around the world thinking how the world would be a better place without them when actually it just gets lonelier every time an angel goes back to heaven.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
It's sad that I am a broken glass,
but it's even sadder to know that people around me hurt even more.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC