the tightnessofthechest

  the d i z z i n e s s

the SCARES AND JUMPS.

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the t e a
          rs of failure
and worry.

**hopelessness, and doubt.

Turning on my bed, dripping wet in sweat. My nightmares are coming true. One more night of restless sleep as the dawn finally breaks. I want this to end but I don't know how it can. I look in the mirror with blood shot eyes as I enter another day without rest. I try to exercise my past, but it is not so easy. The guilt of many failures weighs heavy on my soul. I can't find any peace even in pills and drink. So night after night go on fighting my demons hoping that they will not win.

one more minute
one more hour
one more day
one more week
one more month
one more year
friends and family
family you keep till death
but friends you will never really know
people say its not drama its an actual problem
but lets cut the *******
........
we only have two more years before we all split
we waste our time
time doing what ?
crying ? arguing ? hating each other?
why cant we accept what we have now instead of what has happened in the past
you have no control of others actions so control your own.
respect the people who have been there in the past,even if they betray you in the present
time is running out
running out for those movie nights , bonfires ,late night trampoline sessions and the freezing walks to parks late in the night
so laugh and make stupid jokes, hug and kiss whoever you want
have fun while you can cause times running out.

And she swore,
*He was the darkest heaven she had ever seen.

"its okay to not be okay"~ Jessie J