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Isolated and alone,
When will these thoughts go?
I’m scared and don't know what to do,
Please help or I might die too.
Rough waters engulf me,
Swallow me whole
I can't breathe,
If I even want that goal
I'm forever trapped in this pitiful prison,
With cold, dark water filling my mouth,
My throat,
Darkness
It's never a good place to be in
You're all alone
It's quiet
It's cold
And your thoughts run free
I don't know what's scarier
The darkness
Or you're thoughts
Reality hits,
Sadness bites
and it really hurts
then it dies
No one can rely
and just can't play
It can all be a reply
then somebody must repay
This is the tale of man in his boat;
So worn, so tattered, barely stayed afloat.
Late in the evening, no luck on his side,
He came into shore on the first riptide.
Sometimes I just want to breathe water.No, I don't mean I want to breathe underwaterWith the fancy gills and devices to help me do so.I actually want to breathe in water.
One day I’m here, a lonely heart floating in a sea of formaldehyde. Preserving my confidence, preserving my smile, preserving my mask to conceal my inner storm. My mind is an ocean of sunken ships and nameless bones.
A temptation so sweet..
The idea that might be the one thing that can be my release,
my Escape...
Life is something given,
to my understanding, everything given
I have been accused of being arrogant my entire life. The teachers told me I was different, my parents saw some sort of spark.
I refuse to use proper grammer, ee cummings style even though I disagree with some of the things he says
Anyway this is more of a personal letter to humanity. I feel you do not understand what I aim to acomplish here.
It’s hard to admit you’re just as broken
Just as haphazardly strewn everywhere on the insides
Hard to admit you’re like us
Crying ourselves to sleep
Unnoticed in the darkness
who do i live for?
what can i live for?
what is there to live for?
nothing but the few things i love
nothing but the few friends who understand
nothing but the life i can’t stand
The Lonely Child waits by her window
for the blank sky
and lank clouds
in the silent summer’s empty night.
Silent summers.
Empty nights.
I give me to you. Every beat of my heart. Everything that makes me who I am. I give my heart to you. I give to you without fear though its all thats left of me. I have been poured out. I have been run down and ground up.
You are not another case,
Not something to be printed in the media,
So please just listen to me,
Brings that razor blade down from your wrist,
put those pills away,
Get down from that bridge,
I'm afraid I'm losing you
But lets be real, it's nothing new
It's not you
It's my selfishness
My nothingnes
My worthlessnes
I am an abomination
I shouldn't be alive
I hide all my pain through this clever disguise,
A mask of laughter,
That doesn't cover my eyes.
