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she spilled across her bed,
an oil-spill of excuses why.
they promised they would mop her up,
but how could she possibly believe them
when none of them could see the
oil that dripped out of her?
they were all blind to
the stain eating her up,
polluting her insides.
the pain, the ache,
the never ending cycle of
pretending she was okay.
if only to prevent a national
disaster.
an oil-spill of excuses why.
they promised they would mop her up,
but how could she possibly believe them
when none of them could see the
oil that dripped out of her?
they were all blind to
the stain eating her up,
polluting her insides.
the pain, the ache,
the never ending cycle of
pretending she was okay.
if only to prevent a national
disaster.
Literature
Where Is The Light?
Where is the light that you promised to me?!
I thought it was clear that I needed you here!
I feel so alone, so lost and confused...
I'm stumbling blindly, don't know what to do!
Where is the light that stopped all of my tears?
I stay up all night 'cause I can't sleep with these fears...
Where are you now that I'm falling apart?!
You left nothing here but this hole in my heart!
Where is the light when I need it the most..?
Why did it leave and where did it go?
What did I do to lose all that I've known...?
How can I live when I've lost all my hope?!
Maybe it's me who has misunderstood!
If I could fix my mistakes then believe me I
Literature
Thoughts
I'm so sick of not being perfect
I'm sick of hurting people
I'm tired of doing nothing right
I'm tired of holding back
Let me scream
Let me lash out
Let me show you the other side of me
And try telling me you still know me
Everything confined inside
It builds until I almost burst
My eyes grow heavy
My fingers claw at my arms
Tear out my hair
Twitch for the blade
I hold back
But I can only hold so much
Then I do it again
I screw up
I hurt
I break
And I fall again
Self-loathing is almost a comfort
I often wonder why
Why am I this way
Why am I messed up
Answers won't be found
I'm sick of hating myself
I'm sick of hidin
Literature
Forgotten
I'm here.
Next to you.
Can't you see me?
Can't you feel me?
I've fought for you.
Over. And over again.
But somehow you can't acknowledge my presence.
Why is that?
I feel as if I am invisible in your eyes.
Even though I saved you a thousand times.
Are you thinking of me?
Or am I just not enough to be seen?
But how can you see me when you are in trouble?
If you can't see my now...
Why do you recognize my company when I am in some sort of aid to you?
And this often is the case...
More importantly, why do I put up with you?
Over and over again?
Perhaps my ignorance of perceiving this sick pattern as love is the real problem.
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i discovered that i have triggers.
luckily i realized. now i can control them.
also,
'swan song' - fine frenzy.
listen to it. it's amazing.
luckily i realized. now i can control them.
also,
'swan song' - fine frenzy.
listen to it. it's amazing.
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