#nothingleft
How many times
can i write
the exact same thing
In so many words,
before
they mean nothing
at all
The underlying message,
always the same.
I’m losing
the war inside my mind.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
When you have nothing left.
It is imminent that you create your own peace of mind with every direction.
Take some time out and evaluate.
Reevaluate.
Make peace with the things which we control, and the things we cannot.
In time it replenishes the pieces of ourselves that we constantly give without putting back which we give Placing ourselves as priority over any given situation.
It's not so much the appearance of how these things work.
But the inner workings.
There's much strength there.
In finding the key to abundance
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
He was everything
Until he became nothing
And then the blade whispered
"There is nothing more for you here."
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC
Every day feels the same.
I wear the same checkered shirts, eat the same food, go to the same classes, cry at the same story.
It never changes. And it never ends.
My life continues to be a TV drama gone wrong and all I want to do is burn it all. My shoulders are too high, shaking in 3 second shockwaves. My face is losing colour and life. The energy drained from my body. Strength beaten out of my arms and back.
There is not a whole lot of me left. So don't go looking for the living among the dead. Not if the host's body is already a graveyard.
Not a lot left to lose except for my own lone life. But I'm thanatophobic so an empty threat suicide isn't really doing anything.
And no, I don't want to hear about how "good of a person I am".
It makes me sick, I'm sick of hearing about how this is going to get better. I do not care to hear how it is "so easy" to just switch back to how I used to be.
It is never that easy.
I don't care if I can make this better, because right now, it is not up to me.
What I do, does not matter.
There will be no justice...
And no forgiveness.
At least I'm still in pain. It assures me that I am feeling anything at all.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC
You drive me to insanity
Not the good kind
The kind that runs through your veins
Until all that's left are the scrappy remains
Of what once were rational thoughts
You've committed a horrid crime of theft
Now there's nothing left
But scrappy remains
And insanity Running through my veins.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 2:49 AM UTC
God ****** I did it again
I fell for another hopeless cause
I told myself that he, unlike the first guy, would come around
That this guy will actually love me
But silly me
Thinking of things that will not happen
Cause he didn't come around
They never do
I always do this
Then I act surprised when he leaves me for someone else
I mean why do I think I'm anything special?
Cause I'm clearly not
I'm just someone that people like to use
No one truly falls for me
I need to stop falling for people
Then I will stop hurting
Unless everything goes black
Then I cant see, cant hear, and cant feel my pain
Maybe that's better
Maybe
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC