The three words that mean the world to someone

The most difficult three words you'll ever have to say
you might just stutter or whisper them

The ones you have to hype yourself up to say
be prepared cause there's no going back

The ones that make you nervous and
make you want to curl up into a ball

The three words that you probably will regret
cuz I'm fine

I tell myself I really don't need it
but I let myself slip

i

need

help

You always beat me up, and I was always too cowardly to leave you. But I'm done with that -- with you.

It's time to face the facts, your abusive and this won't work out. I've met a much nicer guy, Death, who actually might make me happy. I think it's time to see different people.

It's not me, it's you.

Love, Angryteen

P.S. I hate you.

Depression: has entered the conversation
Hi.

"My Will To Live" has left the conversation

I can smell the smiles,
Widen across the faces

I hear the crazed laughter
Their beautiful raspy voices

The time is ticking, the clock still rings
Life is a marathon, we're all running races

Bliss is like a bell
Its ringing is lovely and shrill

All these peoples
and their thrills

Second-hand happiness
can ****

If life has taught me anything
It is to wander

It is better to leave than be left
So it's better to be the goner

Nothing is permanent
And nothing will stay

Sure there are limits
And you'll have to go away

But you'll protect yourself first
And maybe you won't get hurt along the way

So sometimes you'll have to break
And have to be the traitor

But if that's what it takes to survive
"Just so we're clear, I'm a solo player"

does anyone ever wonder

if the dreamer gets tired

of figures dancing before their eyes

of sunflowers and butterflies

of battlefields and bloodshed

of the illusions and the false reality

how they’re trapped in their world of fake walls,

and madeup landscape

with no escape

A feathered creature
with its lovely brown feathers, red chest, orange beck

The bird danced around putting on a show
I watched intently
hypnotized

Slowly I approached, the bird taking a few steps back
It teases me, giving me just enough hope to try again
because maybe, just maybe I'll be able to grasp it
have it all to myself

Becoming impatient I reach out for it - nearly grabbing it

Nothing.

It flew away, leaving me watching until I couldn't see it anymore

Now every day I wake up to its beautiful song
haunting me

sometimes it feels like

i'm backseat driving

in my own body

and all i can do is

watch the car crash

over and over.

pro-tip:

you have to slam a wall

to keep your fist to yourself

does anyone ever
reach their hands up to the sky
tricking their brain
into touching high places

brushing their fingers
over places, they’ll never reach

the impossibility of the vertical

and the inability of it all.

I’m angry
With the man in the mirror

But at least now
It’s only shattered glass.

our world is burning around us

and our parents expect us to sit at home

it's not our fault

we don't want to live in ashes

that we want to put out the fire

before it consumes us all

you weren't there for me then

and i got by

so what makes you think

i need you now

there is this battle
in some people
where their instinct is to survive
while their mind wants to shrivel up and die.

this you see, is how people lose themselves
and become
a third party in their own body

He was like a shadow, running from light
Protecting the place of his home Gotham City
No one knew his name, for he was Dark Knight
He was a lone wolf, he took no one’s pity

He always slashed and burned his past
Leave no trace of your lonely history
That broken heart of his doesn’t get a cast
When it was stolen is a mystery

His doesn’t speak of his past, don’t ask for it
Sleeping is impossible, you stay wake
He grew up burdened with two caskets
Remembering makes him sick, he will quake

He lays awake, his past haunting him
Behind his smile lays something much more grim

if you can,

before it's too late

sometimes when you are bored of breaking bones

you break hearts

sometimes when you are tired of breaking yourself

you break other people

sometimes you forget you can't break

back to happiness

...

but at least it's amusing.

sorry if I have an accent

my native language is -sshole

~ Me, @ like 11:36 pm

There once was a man

who searched for a crown

In a pile of bone

He wished to

be the king of

rubble and stone

Nevermind the

stains of

dirt and mud

When you can rule

the lonely

city of blood

it's only broken if you can't fix it

but what if no one wants to fix it?

(sorry i know i'm a day late)

All music starts with silence

But it hurts,

When it ends with it too

spiritual but we don't pray,

running till we're breathless

we're young renegades

but you can call us

reckless.

sometimes i look in the mirror

and i want to chop my hair off

and rip off my own skin

and hope, that something right

shows up

underneath

The only way you can learn how to fix something

Is to break it first

Sometimes what people don't understand is that

When the house is on fire

You don't sit and discuss it

You get out of the ******* house

Or put out the fire

...

In short:

I don't wanna discuss it

perhaps the most dangerous part

of wanting something

is getting it

"A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other." Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

I find comfort in the fact that there is a part of me, that is mine, something to keep to myself