You say tomorrow
like it's a promise, a gift
from you to me and somehow
also a gift from me
to you. You say
tomorrow, and I know
that today can be bearable, I just
have to be patient
and wait these few
ridiculously long hours. You
say tomorrow, almost as if you're
drowning in time and tomorrow
is your lifeline. Like you wait
in desperation, but also a touch
of resentment, as if trying
to be grateful
for your saviour, and not wonder
what is taking so long.
When I whisper
"tomorrow,"
I do not know
exactly what
I am feeling. Are these
my emotions, or am I stealing
yours in order to
feel, or maybe
am I just projecting?

I'm so tired of being sick;
So many people want to die
When all I wish
is to live.

Stop
making excuses
for men
who don't
respect you

because you don't
respect yourself

When you feel like you're being stabbed
And the knife twists deeper and
and deeper
tightening its grip
and the tears are flowing
flowing faster and faster and they don't seem to end
and you're drowning in the darkness of the dark, dark night

When your screams become voiceless...
When your fingers become numb because you're frozen in fear...
And you lose hope...
Lose sleep...
Lose reason to fight the pain...
Lose reason...

Lose sight...
Of why you ever survived this far...
And most importantly...
Why you didn't switch it all off...

It's because you care,
It's because you're stronger than you think,
You're beautiful,
You're not all those horrible things that people call you,
You're not a failure because you keep falling,
You're not a ***** up because you *****-things-up
YOU ARE HUMAN!
You are perfectly imperfect!

and now let me tell you the truth that you've been denied of...

It's okay to not always be okay
It's okay to care too much and be the reason that you get hurt
It's okay to lose people, and things you love
until you have nobody but yourself left...
We where created weak,
To find our strengths,

And because when you feel like you're drowning
and gasping for air
all on your own
when you finally take the choice
to let yourself be the victim of your pain
or rise above the waves of your dark dark days
And learn how to swim
even if you keep drowning
if you keep fighting to stay afloat
you'll forget the pain
And you'll concentrate on the one thing that matters

you'll find out that it IS okay to not ALWAYS be OKAY
You've just got to be brave.




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Numb blue fingertips
Bulging red'n'blue viens threatning to burst'n'break.

Aching heavy constricted chest
Lungs refusing to operate,
Brain refusing to communicate.

Her voice buried
Her screams are silent ones trapped from within
Never leaving past...
Her pale..pale lips.

Suffocating and claustrophobic beneath her skin
Cold prickly beads of sweat roll down her neck,
She continues to shake uncontrollably,
The walls of her room are closing in,
Crushing her every limb.

Her thoughts race wild,
Raging like a possessed fire.
Out-of-control-devouring-her-soul.

Weak with exhaustion at battling all emotions
She cannot break free.

She remains a prisoner of time
**A victim of her own mind.