he walks, never alone
for the darkness fallows
he sighs, as heavy has winds
he glances, with eyes darker then the soul
he laughs, as darkness spills
he speaks, lies swim in the ears of his listeners
he lives., slowly dying inside
he runs, trying to escape the darkness he let in
hes dead, he was never alive to begin with.

I stopped taking meds today
Letting my mind run free
Moving too fast
And I can’t catch up

These voices control me
Running circles around my vessel
Taunting me
Screaming at me  
Killing me

Is this was pure insanity feels like
An uncontrollable explosion of infinite stimuli
Endless torment with no solution
  
I need to wake up from this nightmare
before one day I don’t wake up

you were in my dream last night
and i woke up
and everything we did meant nothing

To think of the countless hours we spent in intimate conversation

The times when I heard you giddy with excitement
The times where sadness leaked out from behind your words

Your voice could feel like a warm blanket on a cold night
as well as it could feel like a dead winter's breeze

We laughed, we cried, and we sang in the car
When we made love your moans would dance through the air

But now when I think of your voice
I can't hear you anymore

i just had to tell someone, even if it doesnt matter.

my dress has pockets.....

As I finish the final exam of the year and wait to be released, I cannot help but wonder about the peculiar fluorescent lights.
How many things have these lights seen?
I know they've seen the wondering eyes of bored students, but what else?
Spilled secrets
Notes to cheat
Teary eyes
Little doodles
A birds-eye view of our whole world.
What would it be like, always shining and looking from beyond?
Is it lonely?

By. Lauren

"I thought only sick people took pills."
Oh honey the things the world will tell you.
The things I want to teach you.
Don't believe everything,
It's not all truth.
But honey your eyes will deceive you.
The deepest pains lie innermost where you can not see them.
These pills.
These pills tell a different story.
A tale of two worlds one you can not see.
A world that lies within me.
A world where broken isn't visible.
These pills.
These pills are the only link between my worlds.
The reminder of reality.
The reminder that I too am sick.
Honey what you must know is sick isn't always visible.
Broken isn't always beautiful.
Pills are not only for the sick but the day dreamers too.