Something so grave,
And Someone so brave.
I can't take a heart ache.
Someone so grand
With no one right hand,
I have no one.
This is me.. Not to be.
Something no one can ever see.
I can't break the silence.
I can't shed to see,
I can't bare the things you're doing to me.
They said don't fight fire with fire,
But fire is all i see.
You burnt me.
You burnt me.
You burnt me.

This is insanity.
The things you can't see.
The one I can't be.
...you burnt me.

Everyone who Is reading this I would like For you To do those Who suffer From depression, anxiety, bipolar, etc disorders or illness's that can't mentally an physically be cured quick, a favor.

Hold your breath for 1 minute and 30 seconds after I say go.
Also after I say go, I would like for you to finish reading this. Ready? Set... GO.

♡Right now you are holding your breath .

right now those who suffer from disease, disorder, or illness are going through life not

even

realizing

how

beautiful

The world can be.

♡Your

air is

going to represent those kids and people who have that.

Some People Think It Is

Easy To Get Over Something

But for example, depressed People Think It Isn't so Easy To Breath.

They

Believe

When

Things Go Wrong

There

Is

No

Hope.

So

Sometimes

Something

Tells Them

They Are

Nothing.

Sometimes

They

Are Told

They

Don't Know What pain

Feels

Like.

But guess what..

That is Where On Some Debates

You

Are

Wrong.

Every gasp of air you Try To breath It hurts you and your Chest gets tighter and tighter

Till you just want to explode. So you probably

take a huge gulp of fresh nice air to make you feel better.

Well, taking in that air is like someone committing suicide Because

they have taken in too much but they just can't let go.

That is...

Until they do let go when they "take in the breath of air."

Just like you have right about now or so.

if your time isn't up keep holding in the air do not exhale until your time is up. Life for them is harder than you can imagine same with any other disorder or illness you can't physically cure and make it go away forever So before you go off telling people to "get over it "or "let it go.." or "get over yourself"..., just remember how hard it could be for them. They don't purposely make things ... memories stay in their minds.

For example, Depression is a real illness. Some see it as a joke or fib but you can find depression in the brain that can effect your everyday life such as your coping skills or how you react about and around to what people say or think about you.

And sometimes

It can even drive a person so crazy that they are told not by others.. but by themselves to let go because they mean nothing to themselves and feel they can't be fixed.

You have to be careful with people. Especially the ones you love because some may be hiding secrets such as this .. and it can really hurt you or themselves if no one is careful. .. You will never understand what others go through because everyone is different.

But I think this was a good example and if not and you could hold your breath that long, Double it and read this twice.

I tuned into my station
and a song I call LIFE had been playing.
At first,
it was the sweet sounds of life that kept me alive,
but then the tune got old.
So,
I wish to change this station but unfortunately I can't.
As for this is a song,
one of which I do not want to dance to anymore

They are the calling to the wicked raft of everything dark evil.
They are the animals that play with it's food.
Going about as if I am its pray let they place thee here under the sharp shearing claws of this animal.
The calling comes from my ******* Minds.
&
The worse part is
is that they wont hurt me more than I can take.
They know if they do I will be dead
&
What will be left of me for it to play with me will be beyond past its lowest point.
So my pain is that they watch me struggle
&
laugh.
Lastly, with this ******* mind
I sink into the deeper depths of the drowning away from this ******* place.

it was late at night when things got silent.
a mid aged woman's daughter, snook her moms bottle, the same bottle that sent her mom insane just earlier that night.
the girl drank gagging to the taste, and she kept drinking.
the bottle then became empty.
her world was blurry
just like her mind that night.
she was numb just like her heart,
it was like a dream to her.
she was chasing the butterflies the same way she would chase her dreams.
alive, and walking dead.
she went into the bathroom and looked up in a mirror were she saw nothing.
she felt worthless to herself so she sat on the floor, took out a razor and began taking it apart.
holding her blades hesitant and courageous, she began to hover over her wrists.
the sensation of release before the slicing through her fragile angelic skin.
she cut and it was deeper than what she could normally take.
she counted as the drops of her own blood spilled out, watching the life fading away from her right before her very eyes.
she started to loose count and began to look up at herself.
she waned to go back but it was already too late.
she fell to the ground before she could even scream her pain.
she dropped beneath the ground and kept sinking.
oh god where did she go...

Running through glass isn't
living.
Walking in grass isn't
happiness.
Happiness isn't
peace.
Peace isn't
sadness.

Never** risk your chances because it might just be the only chance you get.

W h e n  a  W a r m  H e a r t  G o e s  C o l d
I t ' s  T o  G i v e  I n t o  T h e  N e w
&
G e t  R i d  O f  T h e  O l d

If you try to catch me when I fall,
I'll just hit the pavement and being to crawl.
I'll walk up steps and get to the top,
There where I can repeat the flop.

Dear Heart, I will hold on to you because I never want to let you go.
Dear Misleading Thoughts, ******* you mad man.

Why does life have to be like this all i wanted was for us to be perfect. And Im not girl for greed but ****, why do i feel so worthless? I know not to question life instead i give you my advise. And life, i have to live it. I can answer all these questions but in life i aint apart of it. I cant live like this. Im even tryin. Inside that part that got lit is now dieing. Laid infront of me is dreams, and i feel like they liein. Theres never been a time I've felt so alone, in my own **** body, that my skin layers left me in bones And now im crying I want for tomorrow i dont wake up I'll through my life away like old make up. I dont know. I don't need it anymore. My hearts broken, torn, lost, and sore. An for a long time I have lived with some *******, living bored. Having fun but hurting, that's for sure.

Reality hit me and it is too much for me to handle.
Now life has pulled another scandal.
The crash with whip lash sending me hitting the front dash of my mind latch has me hurting,
because the door swung close on my life.
Locking me shut without an escape so I make one.
Shallow slivers from the Sharp Sheared razor blades gliding across my skin because I'm a sin.
Breaking the pieces watching it all fall apart.
Trying to stop the pain in my heart.
Leaking life down my body, on the sink, and on the floor,
To the core, I never wanted to feel this sore.

It's not about what it makes you,
It's about what you make it.
Getting fare does not mean ****.
Being happy does so do not fake it.

Give me a smoke to ease this pain
&
Burn down my lungs to distract this brain.

I do not want time here in life.
I see that time is all life was.
Time meant nothing to me.
My time has run out.
**** it out of
time.
No
time.
My heart hurts.
The clocks don't work.
It's after time which is nothing.
IM GONE & NO ONE FIND ME.
LIFE TIMED ME, LIFE'S GONE.

I could have never held on.

Ready?
no.
Action.
Unfair
life
is.
I
didn't
want
this.
­Cut
!
Try
Again.
Action.
IT
HURTS.
No
More,
No
More.
Stop.
J­ust
Stop
this.
Cut.
Try
again
Action.
Why
...
Why
...
Cu­t
I
Cant
Tell
YOU.
Try
Again.
ACTION

...
Life
you
are
so
unfair
...
CUT.
TRY
AGA­IN.
ACTION*
...

Take my hand, You can trust me.
What for? I need not.
You wanted me and you have me now. Just take my hand. I want to show you that this world is made more of unexplored intention than to what we call a poison.
Im not ready. I don't think i will ever be.
We can do this. Trust me, my way is better.
I really can't. I gave up a long time ago. Why am I still here?
You are here, to trust me.
I can't even trust myself. What makes you think that I will trust you?
I can lead you into the greater good.
Lies. You can't because I give up.
Sometimes you are a ****, but i still love you.
Just go away...
(Silenced, still here, still alive, and still pumping life through her viens. I love this body. Somewhere in that ill mind of mine, still lays love. I just wish she could trust me. After all I am what is keeping her alive. Deep down this mind thanks me. She puts herself through misery and i wont be the one to take blame. If she'd just trust me she could see the side she has not.)
(I want to thank it. I'll keep alive for love, but I wont trust it. In return of this favor, i'll be alive for you.)
(She is secretly loves me.)