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daisyp0p
the never ending torture of life led her to writing miserable chapters
Behind closed doors I see the world Others look, but cannot see... To look into the pain of a beating heart To see the cape of black surrounding love Why must I hide? Why must I live in fear? I want to feel brave, But it’s not possible. I’ve been locked away, behind closed doors. Alone in the dark, Thoughts rush through my head. I want to express my feelings, I want to be myself But life has cursed me. Am I a slave of love? I’m forced to watch its powers But never feel for myself. My heart is locked away with the rest of me. It still has the urges To reach out... to love. But if I reach out, I will be attacked. If I reach out, I will be hurt. If I reach out, the world will see me bare. If the world sees me, I’m doomed. I’m forced to watch love, and never experience it. Is this what the world is supposed to be? Am I supposed to be locked behind closed doors? Am I meant to just be a prop in this silly game of God? Why aren’t there answers? Why can’t I be cured? Why can’t the world see ME? Alas, this is what I wonder As the darkness draws me back in, As my heart is draped with a black curtain, I must stay here. Locked behind closed doors. Locked from the world. Locked from me. Maybe one day I can eventually leave this darkness... But sadly once I leave this barren space, I believe there is only more darkness to come The darkness to come won’t be caused by me however, Others will cause it. So I guess the question to answer is, “which darkness is lighter?” My darkness? Or the world’s?
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Behind Closed Doors
Behind closed doors I see the world Others look, but cannot see... To look into the pain of a beating heart To see the cape of black surrounding love Why must I hide? Why must I live in fear? I want to feel brave, But it’s not possible. I’ve been locked away, behind closed doors. Alone in the dark, Thoughts rush through my head. I want to express my feelings, I want to be myself But life has cursed me. Am I a slave of love? I’m forced to watch its powers But never feel for myself. My heart is locked away with the rest of me. It still has the urges To reach out... to love. But if I reach out, I will be attacked. If I reach out, I will be hurt. If I reach out, the world will see me bare. If the world sees me, I’m doomed. I’m forced to watch love, and never experience it. Is this what the world is supposed to be? Am I supposed to be locked behind closed doors? Am I meant to just be a prop in this silly game of God? Why aren’t there answers? Why can’t I be cured? Why can’t the world see ME? Alas, this is what I wonder As the darkness draws me back in, As my heart is draped with a black curtain, I must stay here. Locked behind closed doors. Locked from the world. Locked from me. Maybe one day I can eventually leave this darkness... But sadly once I leave this barren space, I believe there is only more darkness to come The darkness to come won’t be caused by me however, Others will cause it. So I guess the question to answer is, “which darkness is lighter?” My darkness? Or the world’s?
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If I fall asleep I won't have to think anymore
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Insomniac 10w
I'll take whatever comes my way. No longer happy with myself. Although you've taken my pride away. I believe these drugs will help. The devil's sitting on my shoulder. Angel's nowhere in sight. I pray that when I get much older, everything will come to light. When it comes to the end of day. My demons will come out to play. What I thought was happiness isn't true. Look at the stars, they shine for you. The storm has come and I can't see them. Don't want to be here, I'd rather be them. Do you ever feel like your world's at end? Desensitize my mind and all that is meant. How can I believe that my heart is heaven sent? Repeatedly convinced that I am not who I dreamt. Wish I could see what I saw when I slept. My heart in his palm, that he kept. Optimus Prime on a pretty orange pill. Swallow my pride and my body stands still. Numbing every emotion that I could possibly feel. Seems as if I don't know what's real.
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
Bucket of Drugs
a slit I promise soon it becomes a deep cut blades of the menacing knife pierces through the cold skin blood oozes you wish your grief would be gone with the pain but it lasts temporarily
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
Untitled
you shrivel in fear afraid of the bleak future that lies ahead of you every day you await for death but life lurks around you and keeps you from jumping off the building you were given hope yet you wished hope would be with someone else death is all you're looking forward to death brings you hope in a strange way no one understands
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Untitled
sometimes you have to accept that you just can't sleep as the memories begin to creep and trickle into your heart reminding you of company you still long to keep
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
10/6/15 4:35
*i could **** myself or my mind but either way i will be dead*
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
decide/devide
Depression is the teddy bear you get as a little kid that you still seem to keep around as a bed decoration no matter how old you are You sleep on it Cry on it Squeeze it You're never able to let it go It clings to you like an old memory that you never want to forget You feel sick for loving it because you feel you've moved on But you haven't and you think about it every day and you can't sleep because it stares at you in the eyes every time you try and whispers "no one cares" and you eat it up like your favorite left overs Anxiety is the spine you carry in your back that bends and twists in ways you never thought You feel agile and alive but other times it's a burden that weighs you down and you feel you could snap at any second People try to help you but you bend over backwards trying to fix yourself but it just never ******* works so you blame yourself thinking you cannot be saved Paranoia is the constant fear I have that all my friends aren't my friends It's the feeling that all the right people hate me and all the wrong ones praise me That looking at him and his friends makes me so jealous, I believe that he never wants to talk to me again that I'm just a problem, a text that he rolls his eyes at whenever he sees it's me messaging him And the worst part is that it feels like home When I'm engulfed in the thoughts I have when I'm alone I can't help but smile because my problems are all I know
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
My Problems Are Slowly Becoming Me
she gazed at the dazzling stars and wondered if she could be one of them burning in the day sparkling at night bringing light to others
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
midnight memories