In the Midst of My Abyss
Withering in pain
Decaying of loneliness
Losing all traces of hope...
My friends come and save me
SheShe by ~Mischievous-Eyes
You're tired of walking in the puddles of your own tears.
Going in circles, circles, circles. Getting nowhere.
So you take your suitcase full of burdens, worries, hopes, passions and dreams
and step out of the light and into the weeds
in hopes of catching a train
that never moves forward, and never moves back
but keeps a promise
with a puff of smoke
It's as if I can just reach out and touch her, tell her not to go.
Even though I know . . . she's already gone.
Keeping the SilenceI keep things to myself.Keeping the Silence by ~Mischievous-Eyes
Because no one seems to care about my honesty.
But if I keep quiet
It seems that if I were to tell them,
lol! Sleep tight?People tell me I don't look like I sleep.lol! Sleep tight? by ~Headphonedhero
Well I do sometimes it's just hard for me.
It's like my mind is never fully free.
Let me show you how It's really hard being me.
Imagine thinking about every thing you do and see.
Do me a favor and multiply that by 3.
You got that number? Multiply it to 70.
That's 140 (If you're bad at math like me)
That can seem like a big number right?
Thinking about something that's been out of sight.
And you can't stop thinking despite your might.
Its really hard forgetting the thought you fight.
And that number gets even greater at night when it's dark.
The same thing in my head tattooed like a mark.
Werewolf in my mind always with the same bark.
Or maybe even worse like a scar from its bite.
Feeling that pain just as much not a slight.
And that thought won't leave me when the sky gets bright.
Thinking like that you don't Fuckin' sleep at night!
Reading between the lines. I AM OK.Reading between the lines. by ~ZXonfor
Where the eye can never see, that's where I choose to hide
Let delusions or dreams take over, as the light so slowly dies
I'M NOT INSANE.
The ceiling becomes a comfort, as it starts to shadow and grey
Lets me know that it's safe now, that the night has won over day
I'M PERFECTLY FINE.
The darkness always inspires me, gives me beautiful words of sorrow
So I bleed on paper only, and make it too tomorrow
DO YOU CARE ENOUGH TO READ?
It's in the deep of night, so the tears I cry don't matter
And the screams inside are never heard, although they're getting fatter
BETWEEN THESE BOLD LINES?