That's me confused again.But at the end of the day we're all just as confused as each other and in the end it is the one who can find sanity in a mess will survive.
Sorry about the bleak crap, I'm just grumpy again lol.
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Where Am I?With my eyes closed I jump off the bridge into the cold night. I can feel the cold air pulling my hair upwards, there is no better feeling than that of falling. The night is welcome and dangerous. Short but long. Often I can resist its pull I can scatter the urges like the morning mist in the sunlight. But then those days happen. And then those nights happen.Where Am I?
3am. Goodmorning. Its too early to be up. I must get up tomorrow. Or today. Darkness. Bright. The beat rises up and moves my body. But my mind pulls me down I'm unable to move. What is the sound? What is sound? What am I? Who am I anymore anyway? I wanna go home... But
by ~E2motion2
It HurtsMy Heart is not a toy.It Hurts
My love is not a game.
This is life, this is real.
by ~E2motion2
You Don't Feel Me Next to YouDoes the pain you feel engulf you from the toes up, stopping every muscle from moving, depriving you of oxygen?You Don't Feel Me Next to You
Can you still feel your soul behind you eyes slowly fading?
Can you still feel your shattered heart falling to the ground?
Does it feel like living is suffering?
I'm Scared.
by ~E2motion2
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Numb.Sitting in the corner of her room, rocking herself to a state somewhere between sleep and awake, dead and alive, she's almost there;Numb.
the thoughts don't make any sense;
the breathing has calmed down;
the eyes have been fixated on her knees for so long she doesn't even know what she's looking at anymore;
the feeling still remains.
The feeling of wow-i-remember-what-it-used-to-be-like-looking-at-all-of-them-wondering-howcouldthey-howcouldthey-howcouldthey mixed with the feeling of now-she-is-looking-at-all-that-is-left-of-me-wondering-howcanshe-howcanshe-howcanshe;
the mixed up feeling once
by ~MaryAuksi
FlowingI need to write. I need to write. I need to write.Flowing
The words were supposed to be flowing out of her, dancing in front of her;
they were supposed to be f l o w i n g;
like they were a part of a cold, windy day;
part of the ocean, of all the waves;
part of all those people who rushed past you at lunch hour, all those people, because if they were a minute late, it would all be wrong.
It would be l a t e r;
but l a t e r meant l
by ~MaryAuksi
PoisonI bite my lip fiercely, trying to hold back the flood of tears as I stare down at the tile of the handicapped stall. I’m on my hands and knees, whole body shaking, both with the stress and the maelstrom wreaking havoc in my mind, and the silent sobs coursing through me. Poison. The song runs through my headphones to my ears. And I can’t stop that damn sobbing. At least it’s mostly noiseless. There’s no one else in the restroom, but someone could come in at anytime. I’m lucky. After all, the reason I hurried in here was so that I wouldn’t break down out there, in the public. This has happened before. TPoison
by ~bLack-mInx
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Thank you for the watch!!!
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Number 313: Happy Numbers for all!
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Number 313: Happy Numbers for all!
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i'm a million different people from one day to the next.
That piece means a lot, so I'm glad you liked it. ^^
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Number 313: Happy Numbers for all!
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If the world could see you for what you really were, i think it would realise, that not all flaws are imperfections, not all dreams are mindless and that no matter how much it tells you your not good enough...in the end?-your tears would swallow the sea.
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