The sadness was stranded in shallow water in an old white bathtub hoping for the rebirth of a damaged soul. Hair swimming away from my troubled mind; Ears filled with the sounds of the oceans paralyzing time … Feeling crippled with the lingering pain. Legs under the weight of the cold water making it hard to move, hard to run and leave everything behind, difficult to bear. Airplane noises breaking in. Fingers disturbing the calmness of the crystal surface. Eyes weighed down with tears clinging to my eyelashes. I try to get the end of my breath, everything seems out of reach. So I shut the world out.
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When melancholy speaks, the whispering gets louder and louder, ignoring the sound will only make it more vigorous. That voice is the only voice that speaks to me now, the only voice I hear, the only voice I want to hear, and I find myself in it. The voices are mostly nothing but meaningless noise. The mask I hide behind keeps on slipping, keeps on slipping, it has been heavy, it keeps on slipping and the fight to keep it on all day is tough! But now the mask is finally off. A blanket of silence sinking its teeth into my throat. One cannot know what silence is if there was no noise!
The growing need is rising like a wave, teasing and prodding to be fed, and food doesn’t fill the emptiness inside me anymore . Nothing seems to satisfy my deepest desire.
A night to myself, alone with my thoughts, basking in my own existence, seeking solace, lost in confined space, listening to songs on my iPhone; music leads me to the greatest possible solitude . I enjoy isolation, and I’m not the only one. Alone .. I’d be better off! People, friends and relationships are very confusing! Humans … they leave pain wherever they go! Wherever they go!
In a dream i was a werewolf …
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Fading footsteps. Darkness falling, leaving nowhere to go, no chance to escape.
I see myself dipped in black blood … his head eclipses the silver moonlight
This is me , I swallow the pain, grovel on the floor in fear and knock my head against the cold walls in anger.
Surrounded by twisted shadows that feast on sympathy and agony.
heavy breast … I know this place, been here before, I can direct my bare feet cross the floor blindfolded; I flew around desperately till I fell exhausted and bashed my skull
a temporary state … soon the sun came up towards my bruiesed body and poked it with a golden ray; I rocked and twisted around myself … the morning breeze picked me up , opened the window, then opened its hands and released its grip.
Times that I pushed everyone I love away and somehow hurt myself… I’m all alone, and I have no one to blame but myself. The fragility of a person in a low point in life and the realization of the blunt situation had left me feeling vulnerable, shaky, insecure and threatened. I’m sure that these feelings will break me and soon will destroy me if I don’t get over them soon.
Once again, I’ve messed up! I have done everything wrong. My reflection in the mirror stares right back at me and tries to help. I brush her off, tell her I don’t need her, I can fix myself, and then turn down the wrong path again.
Why am I constantly looking for a reason to be unhappy?! Maybe it’s because the idea of being happy freaks me out! Maybe because I was let down so many times when all I wanted was someone to hold me when I was cold and lonely. I wanted someone to wrap me up and take me away from the cruel world when pain got worse. I wanted someone to unfold me and listen when I needed it. I wanted someone to be a true friend. I keep throwing myself at her though I’m completely aware that she doesn’t love me … maybe she loves me but not the same way that I do. I keep throwing myself hoping that one day she’ll want me. Being away is tearing me apart but I can’t get rid of these destructive emotions… I’m bleeding … I just don’t want to be alone no more.
Drifting out of sight, fading into the night.
Times of frustration and depression.
An uncomfortably disturbing state of mind deriving from the darkness…
Thrown into a state of intense stress and desperation, how can I ease the pain in my aching heart?
Sadness resulting from being forsaken!
A solitary night, untouched, unspoken to — Loneliness!
In the pitch-dark when even your shadow abandons you!
Falling into gentle ruin, nothing here, only worms writhing round and round — writhing away while my brain leaks into the ground.
It seems that time is passing slower than normal this damn night!
Tension — The deafening sound of a clock in my head is ticking, TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK as if it was a time bomb; So loud, can’t make myself heard no matter how hard I scream!
An unpleasant emotion — an overwhelming feeling of discomfort, emptiness, nervousness, worry and anxiety.
Pale with exhaustion and trouble…
An endless stream of fear and terror.
I’m lost — the apprehension has taken me beneath the cold purple sheets where it’s even harder to breathe…
Ever thought what I’ve been thinking about?
I’ve been thinking about you!
My heart murmurs your name, it’s only you who can dig me out of this mess! I’ll die if you don’t hold me tight tonight. I shut my eyes to feel your hands caressing me… And the only reason I cherish sleep is to dream of you.
I sing myself to sleep — calming and soothing myself so that I may fall into a deep and satisfying sleep.
A fight that took so long has finally ended by the surrender of my bleeding eyes to precious slumber.
It’s the frantic moments when a human hopelessly tries to sleep! Weakness and fatigue, my body is so heavy and relaxed.
Sinking down… Down… Deeper and deeper.
A few miraculous golden rays of light into the smothering darkness, stroking gently on the cold walls of a lifeless bedroom.
I was on the verge of sleep when the alarm went off. Annoying beeping sound disturbing the sweetness of a dream!
Rise and shine, Rise and shine!
6: 00 AM and I’m all curled up in my bed.The sheets are still cold.
A voice in my head awakens from its respite and tries to convince me that the situation is much worse…
there I lay, motionless in pain and my hand can’t make it to the alarm clock, the voices in my head start telling me that it’s too early and too cold to get out of bed! … I just don’t feel like leaving bed today!
This morning selfish needs! Would it be better if I died?
Paralyzed—Aching sore muscles lie still in rebellion pretending not to hear my poor twisted mind ordering them to move.
Loud voices shouting for me to hit the snooze button and go back to sleep…
But the voice I’ve chosen to listen to is the voice that says that there’s a reason I set the alarm the first place! So sit up! Put your feet on the floor! Force a smile on your face and don’t look back! Because we’ve got work to do! !
Welcome to the real world, where each day is a series of conflicts between the right way and the easy way.
I’m not afraid of the dark; I’ve been here many times before.
Curled up in a half empty bed like a cocktail shrimp; caressing loneliness. Every night is like any other damn night … Hollow.
I’m not afraid when the walls grow teeth and the shadows suck my blood like a leech. I’m not afraid of the pitch black dark.
Time is slowly ticking away … they wake up! The ghouls, the monsters under the bed, and the beasts inside the closet, they all come out; crawling between my feet, brushing their cold claws through my hair, breathing on my neck (breathing in and breathing out), scratching my arms, growling and grunting in my ears, and feasting on my tears. The pain may fill me, but I keep smiling in spite all of that; but for how much longer?
Teeth! Like sharp silver knives;Tongues! Feel like a grater on my face. Everywhere I look there’s a devil waiting.
I hear echoes of distant laughter, I’m not afraid! It’s only the ghosts; they’ve flown and left their graves.
Nothing to fear; it’s just creatures in the dark with me swaying to the rhythm of the war drums.
I’m not afraid when the black sky swallows the sun. I’m not afraid when dreams grow fangs and the demons come out casting long shadows upon my pale skin.
I’m in here without anything to numb me , can anybody see me? Can anybody hear me?
I’m a prisoner stuck inside these walls with these THINGS that don’t own anything yet nothing can stop them! …
I’m in here; I’m trying to tell you something … is there hope for me? … But you can’t hear me. Lately I’ve been down because I can’t make you listen to what’s buried deep in my heart; maybe I’m the only one thinking of this mistake.
I’m in here, can anybody make me feel wanted and loved?