The Thing IsThe thing is.I'm scared.Of a lot of things.More than anyone can comprehend.I don't even know how many things scare me.I have so many thoughts and ideas about life.So many that I just get overwhelmed.I think so much I just choke.It makes me very unstable.For example last night.I was repeating.I can't do it.I can't do it.I can't.I didn't know,what I couldn't do.But I knew I couldn't.I can't miss school but,I can't do the presentation,I can't kill myself even if I want to.and I can't talk to someone about all of this.I can't keep living anymore, fighting anymore.I can't keep crying and stressing.I can't keep leaving everything.I can't keep waiting.I can't runaway.I can't sleep.I can't.So I cried. A lot.And this morning turned out,To be okay. More so than I expected.But I still have tons of work I need to do.Because you see, the thing is that I have,Little control over the thoughts in my head.I have very irrational thought process.Especially when it comes
The Truth!I need the truth, for oncein my life!All I hear is a swirl of lies.Whatever comes out of everyone'smouth, are words made of plastic.No one tells me the truth,for I wish they would.What is the point of lying to I?Telling a lie, is like putting yourlife on the line.So why you must?When I am dying to know the truth.Just saying, and don't make it up.The truth is right, and alwaysthe best.A lie is a horribleturn.So tell the truth, as we wishto know.Instead of a lie,that isn't whole.
silverbeeHappy birthday Silverbee,Don't know where 2 go,Don't know whom to trust,So just trust me,For I love theeLittle Silverbee,Fly high and see,The things 2 come,The things 4 thee,This world is just a stage of lies,Of faked smiles,Prison 4 u'r heart soCome and fly with meHappy Birthday :iconsilverbee1:
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The Lurking DarkWhen I was younger I would scream and shout. I would beg my Mum to come get it out. She never saw it as I stood there weeping but, in the Darkness there was a Monster creeping. She said be quiet she said go to bed she said grow up it's all in your head. She sent me back, so back I went and then I began my Dark Desent. The Monster was there, strong and loud my positive thoughts were always drowned out. When I was happy, he kicked me back down. He bullied me and laughed at me, moulded me and shaped me. Now I'm 23, I wish it could be that the story I'm telling was just for a read. However the Monster still hides in my negate thoughts deep inside. He tells me to spell my thoughts and feelings on my skin. He says don't use a pen, instead use a saw. I keep him at bay everyday, I swear I'll never let him get his own way. Now when I'm with my Mother I finally know why she saw nothing inside of my room. Now it's trivial and easy to see the Monster in the Darkness, all along.....it was me
If rain was a person, how would you describe it?Rain, pure water falling from our skies. The simplicity of a droplet's existence as it lands on our surfaces fools us with its innocence-it's delicate appearance, it deceives us with what a mere substance could possibly be capable of.If you were to refer rain as a person, would you consider her to be the generous? Feeding our thirsty lands without a sign of betrayal with every passing year, in fact. Or would you accuse her of being the destroyer? Ruining us from the clouds to the core of the ground, leaving no mercy to the needy.Personally, I see rain as a sensitive person. Moody, actually. Very delicate indeed. Maybe insecure, having to change the shapes of the clouds during every occasion-she doesn't settle on one, she wishes to be satisfied. And with that, she satisfies herself all right. You could say she's the most generous when she's broken, to pour her sad tears on us all-giving us a taste of her depressing state. And we, the people of the lands, we are happy for it. A person