Did I cross the line? Break a boundary? Crack a foundation?
I cannot see the damage that I have done, but I sure feel the sting of blank consequences.
What line did I break to cause this agony?
Please tell me what I did wrong. Please tell me what I did to deserve this.
I’m six feet deep in pain, and the worst has yet to come.
It burns my skin to ash, splits my bones, slits my veins, drains my blood, fails my organs…
Shatters my soul, breaks my spirit, ends me…
I’ve died millions of times only to come back that I never truly lived, and never truly died.
Everything reminds me of the wrong in me instead of the right. God I wish I didn’t care anymore.
I wish I didn’t care anymore.
(inspired by anonymous)
Heart as black as the midnight sky.
I have forgotten who I am in the midst of death.
I’ve lost my soul to the false angels and hid within the lair of the demons.
I don’t want to remember what I was meant to embrace.
I let my thoughts sink into the blackness of night.
It’s just me here now, everyone else has died.
No one is here. No one will ever be here.
It’s just me here, no one else.
Forever and always.
“I have had many days where I don’t want to do anything but to eat and sleep. These days of not wanting to get out of bed only occurs in patterns. It wasn’t always like this though, I used to feel like I couldn’t get out of bed nearly 24/7. I am proud to say that this conundrum has improved greatly over time. However, the thing is I STILL have days where I can’t get out of bed. What happens is I end up having so many ideas on all of these things I want and need to do. I pep-talk myself to get up and go do stuff… but there are some days where it just does not work no matter what I do. I’m not ashamed to admit it that I have those days and I know deep down in my heart and soul that I’m not the only one who is struggling with this. I give much love and light to those who are struggling to this very day.”
Please don’t try to do this alone; you don’t have to. You are loved, you are needed, and there is always something to live for. ❤
Hello! My apologies for the lack of posts and content lately. I’ve recently been hit by one of many life’s curveballs…. right in the gut, or so it seems. It has taken it’s toll on me emotionally and physically over the past few weeks. Since then, life itself really hasn’t been easy lately, and I’ve found it difficult to find the motivation to continue to pursue all of the great things I had in front of me. After feeling so down and beaten up, I realized that I couldn’t continue to feel defeated from things that were out of my control. I must use my passion to give me drive when I feel stranded in the darkness. With that I am moving forward with my personal passion and drive!
I have lost the will to be anything other than me.
The weight of the mask bears too much on my fragile heart.
I’m not a terrible person; I am a person who seeks love and belonging.
I search despite the fact I feel as though I am unworthy for it.
I have grown sick of the twisted melodies flooding my mind every single night.
I no longer wish to hide from the world for it has already consumed me to a morsel of dust.
Dear mind, please let me be me for once.
I no longer wish to fight this losing battle.
Set me free from this disguise so I can finally heal from my seeping wounds.
I deserve to have a chance too…
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Life is filigree
Dark spots show more than light ones.
Sadness is my art.
Is life just a test?
If so, I’m sure I’m failing.
I can restart, right?
I don’t lie dear friend.
What I feel right now is real.
I feel nothingness.
Why do you smile friend?
What is there to smile about?
Please tell me dear friend.
My head is a mess.
Where do I even begin?
Sanity is gone.
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The true monster lies within my head.
I know damn well that it wants me dead.
I feel as though I’m dangling from a single thread.
Sleep has never really been my thing…
I can’t feel joy whether if I write, dance, or sing.
I don’t want to answer the phone when it rings.
It’s ridiculous, no I’m ridiculous!
Take a good look at me.
What is it that you can see?
Maybe if you tell me the truth then you can set me free.
But I know it cannot be… the only one who can tell the truth is me.
(Don’t do this alone… HELP is within your reach)
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