in my world, I am pretty I am beautiful I am confident I am smart I am successful and I am a woman but, in his world, I am ugly I am hideous I am an attention-seeking ***** I am stupid I am unsuccessful and, I am not a man
you act protective you have a good heart but that's not what I hear coming out of your mouth I hate the way you talk I hate the way you think I think I might even hate you, just a little bit
One thought and that was death nothing seemed to haunt my mind except for death how tired I am how worn out I am I'm scared to open my eyes every day and start breathing
my thoughts are so loud they tune out the sounds of birds my eyes are so dark they block the shades of green and how would I tell my mother that this all started when I was sixteen that my mind is like a machine it works and it works and it works and never stops
one thought and that was death please listen to my thoughts as I have no choice but to listen to my own
you don't understand how easy it was for me to fall out of love with life and how could I pray to the God who gave me a life I no longer want
one thought and that was death I'm just waiting to take my last breath and get this all over with
most of my days I don't feel like living but today, standing with you sitting with you laughing with you it made me want to keep living it made me wanting more wishing more being more than what I am
sometimes I think, that my thoughts are bigger than me. sometimes I think, my thoughts will consume me sometimes I think, this is too much sometimes I think and I think and I think til I about die from thinking.
take them take them away from me the words that are stuck in my throat the words that threaten to come out of me the words that suffocate me the words I’d rather **** me take them take them all away from me
I just want to sleep so I don't get to feel anything and then I wonder, when my last sleep is going to come just so I don't get to feel anything for a very long time
All this air around me and I still feel suffocated and this is nowhere near what I have calculated they ask me "What's wrong?" and I tell them you wouldn't understand because it's too complicated this is why I'm always so isolated do you know how long I've waited? I never wanted to be the person she created they look at me not at all fascinated and I'm sure if I leave they would feel the need to celebrate it they tell me all these feelings that I am having are just "too overstated" and that actually makes me feel irritated and not at all motivated just makes me feel... suffocated
The lies that I hear every day makes my ears bleed I'm sorry but that's not what I need It didn't sound like a lie as it seemed They lied to me like they were in need Like they had to pay some deed Their lies... That's what I always received They're delivered, are you pleased? You can continue with the lies and proceed But you'll never get what you want and that's guaranteed
Fake smiles fake laughs does anyone notice that I'm sad? bruised fists abused wrists does anyone notice that I'm going mad? overthinks never thinks does anyone notice that it's that bad? no words used swords you'll never know where I stand fake smiles fake laughs this is not what I had planned
Her hands are always so cold when she touches someone they would flinch and it showed it´s not her problem she´s always exposed to the air that the day would hold
are her hands cold? or is it her heart? what's it called? "cold hands, warm heart"? I think she's that kind of art
the kind where she doesn't show feelings inwardly always revealing huh, I guess that is what it's called does it make this, the truth untold?