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October Rain Jan 2016
Do you know what it feels like to live with this pain, the pain of your body going numb or the shocks of lightening that spread throughout your body. This feeling of helplessness when you realize you dont what the **** is wrong with you all you know is that every time it happens you want to curl in a ball and cry, everyday is getting worse and these pills arent working. Your vision starts to haze and your breathing starts to come out in pants your chest is crying in pain and the next thing you know your throat and face swell up. Your crying in pain but your trying to hide it from everyone, but those little random episodes start to stay longer than before 1 minute turns to 30 and 30 minutes turn into 3 hours you cant walk you can barely talk and there is absolutely nothing you can do to help ease the pain. Your just left a crying mess without hope...
Destiny Carlton Jul 2015
I can't tell how I feel
The rats are inside her again
I am a boiling kettle whistling
The blood is hot in her veins

I try to keep it in perspective
Her own fear devours her
I over achieve to balance the scales
They have nothing to be jealous of
Once you learn misery,
That's it.

You can get worse,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.

Even the purest smile,
Never regains its shine,
You can get worse,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.

After even a drop,
Of those ebony tears,
Even the purest smile,
Never regains its shine,
You can get worse,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.

Nothing can return,
To its former shade,
After even a drop,
Of those ebony tears,
Even the purest smile,
Never regains its shine,
You can add more,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.

After the cold, brutal hands,
Of pain and death strike,
Nothing can return,
To its former shade,
After even a drop,
Of those ebony tears,
Even the purest smile,
Never regains its shine,
You can get worse,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.

There is no recovery,
Not for any soul,
After the cold, brutal hands,
Of pain and death strike,
Nothing can return,
To its former shade,
After even a drop,
Of those ebony tears,
Even the purest smile,
Never regains its shine,
You can get worse,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.

Once you learn misery,
There is but one escape,
There is no recovery,
Not for any soul,
After the cold, brutal hands,
Of pain and death strike,
Nothing can return,
To its former shade,
After even a drop,
Of those ebony tears,
Even the purest smile,
Never regains its shine,
You can get worse,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.

One escape: Love
i Sep 2014
you stole my heart
and you locked it
in a cage, unable
to escape your
dangerous,
disasterous claws.
Anthony Perry Apr 2014
I was too young to hate, falling asleep afraid, my dreams never stayed straight, they contorted and they twisted, then the monsters would come and visit,I'd blink and appear in an asylum, hugging the walls in the dark it starts, I'd only be able to hear them, no light and I could never see any windows to know if it was day or night but hearing the sounds would make me take dirt and push it in my eyes to banish my sight, I start to hear the footsteps as they circled around me so I'd stand still in hopes they couldn't hear me but they would mimic my families voices so I couldn't help but reach out and that's when I'd feel something dry and slimy, I'd scream as I notice its loose skin that I'm touching and the tears would wash out the dirt and leave my eyes blurry and grimy, a labyrinth of horrors separated me from the world and my sanity, locked away with the worst things my imagination could conjure, I'd wake up to my parents shaking me and yelling to snap out of it but I'd only see shadows and something separating the head from my fathers shoulders, as a child my sanity was very narrow, nothings worse than trying to sleep at night but instead you see a man sever the leg to your mother then trying to **** out all the bone marrow, I couldn't escape, and every day for so many years I had to suffer at night whenever the black curtains would fall and suffocate, I was too young when I learned to hate, I hated to be me when I wasn't me and I hated to be seen when it wasn't really me, that's when i learned what it was like to be your worst enemy, before I was eight I already felt like I was one big error, I would stay up late but my eyes would fall and my dreams would terminate as I fell into another night terror.

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