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Delta Swingline Mar 2017
Hallways:*

They're empty first of all.
And anything or anyone that appears to be there, isn't actually there, you-- are dreaming. Don't believe me?

Let's play a game, it's called, "Where's Waldo?" With you as "Waldo".
Yes, that's right, you-- have to find yourself in this sea of walls, floors and people you do not know.

These people, with stoic faces, walk the same halls, looking for the same thing. They do not care that you are here, and you don't care that they are here.

Just get to the end of the hallway, but don't go into the light, you are not here to die -- you can't. You have to find yourself before you do. But there are some people who die before finding themselves in the "Where's Waldo?" page.

They're dead!

Out of this maze of halls you find yourself in.

But you...

You are determined. You will not leave without finding yourself, do not allow yourself to give up!

Look!

At the end of the hall! It's you!

You found yourself! You win the search! Now go!

Run! Get to them, yourself is waiting for you at the end of this hall.

RUN! Run as fast as your legs can carry you! Because you do not have time to think, so RUN!

They need you to save them! They're calling out to you, screaming for help, for You.

Get to them, grab their hand, save them!

...And just as you barely make contact with their hand and lock eyes with a body with the same eyes and face as you...

They begin to fade, to disappear!! WAIT!  NO!

Come Back!!

You were so close to saving them!

You wake up.

It was all just a dream.

You were dreaming right? You know you were dreaming!

You get up. Open the door... exit the room...

And you walk down a hallway...
I wish I could help myself... or save myself.
Scarlet Rose Mar 2017
"You're awfully quiet lately. Are you okay?"

I'm okay.
Sometimes I think I might be dying.

I'm just tired.
I cry myself to sleep every night in the dark.

I'll feel better after I get some sleep.
It feels like my heart has shattered into a million pieces.

I'm fine, I promise.
I'm not fine. Please help me.
Pastell dichter Mar 2017
I wish I could say someone broke me
But that's not the case at all.
I wish I could say that someone dropped me and watched me fall
But that would be a lie
The only one to blame
Is me, myself and I and my stupid ******* brain.
Scarlet Rose Mar 2017
Everything I do
Everything I say
Everything I think
Is just a motion.

What is the point?
What is the purpose?

I used to get excited
I used to be sad
I used to enjoy life
But now I am numb
There is no feeling

I scream in frustration
I do not understand!
What has changed?


My life is the same as ever it has been
It is only my view that has changed
And now I wonder
What is the point

What is the point of getting up
What is the point of working hard
What is the point of eating
Or sleeping or talking
What is the point of fighting the monsters
When they always come back

What is the point of my life?
Can someone please tell me my purpose?
Can someone give me a reason to keep going?


I do not want to die.
I want to live again.
Would someone please tell me how?
Eliza Lindsey Mar 2017
Heart in pieces, knife in deep.
The ache, the pain,
I start to weep.

Help me, save me,
Don't leave me here.
The pain has me crying,
Shaking in fear.

He got me, he lost me,
Now I'm in tears.
As I go, I whisper, and say,
"Help me, save me,
My love isn't here ."
This happens because I am just too trusting..
Scarlet Rose Feb 2017
It's dark inside. It's where my demons hide.

Ha! If only it were as easy as demons, darling!
Demons at least are predictable.
But no.

Inside is where my hydra lives
With too many heads to count.
And each time I cut off one
Two more grown.

They all want something different.
They never agree,
The voices in my head.
They scream at me and never stop.

The only thing that keeps me from going insane--
Well, there isn't anything.
Guess that's why I'm like this.
Scarlet Rose Feb 2017
Got all these thoughts inside my head
And you're the only one who understands.
Why do we have to be apart?

Feels like I'm living on a ferris wheel
My world is spinning all around me.
Why is this so hard?

I'm trying really hard to be sensible
But the stars seem just out of my grasp.
It's driving me crazy.

I tell myself to just move on and forget
But your voice won't get out of my head.
Am I actually complaining?

2000 miles, dear, how do we fix that?
And everyone keeps telling me to stop.
I can't see the end here.

All I know is that I love you.
All I know is that I am willing to wait.
Is that enough?

Why did you fall in love with me?
Why did you make me love you?
What do we do now?
Is it real? Or is it just my fantasies?
May Davis Jan 2017
It hurts so much to eat
Then it hurts so much to stop
One or the other
Which will it be?

As of now I'm 150 pounds
This is considered "overweight"
I want to be skinny so bad
But only so others can see

In hopes that they'll help me...
Because who would ever help an overweight girl who just can't eat right?
Eliza Lindsey Jan 2017
Save me. I am trapped. Inside my head.. No one to talk to, no one to help me escape.. Help me, free me, save me. I need out, now. Please I need out, I need an escape. I will go insane. Save me from drama, school, life, myself.
Dany The Girl Dec 2016
I used to look into her eyes and see
someone beautiful and intelligent and magnificent.
I'd look at her face, smooth pale skin
and red-gold hair, and see a spark within her.
She never thought her fire would go out,
being because she was such a fiery young girl.

But then she got older.

I used to look into her eyes and see
a flicker of the flame that used to be.
I looked into her face,
fierce and hard with years of emotional abuse
and I thought to myself that the fire was still there,
though it was just a flicker.

But then, one day, it went out.

I'm staring into her eyes now,
wondering who the hell she is;
Wondering what happened to the flame of a girl.
She is unrecognizable to me.
But I think.... I think somewhere
underneath this stone cold face..
I think this stranger....

**Is me.
I don't even know who I am anymore.
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