Warning: This may trigger some people.
The pain. THE PAIN! It echoes in your brain. Fills your mind, body, and soul. You can not escape.
You scream, but no sound comes out. You can not be heard.
It fills you. surrounds you. Swallows you whole!
It hurts you! It wont stop. It only gets worse. Everywhere hurts, nowhere hurts, you can’t tell!
It burns. Like a fire, never ending. Eats away at everything you have. Until there’s nothing left. And, still, it burns. The flame never goes out! You cannot escape it. You cannot control it.
In desperation you grab a knife
Everything slows down as the jagged blade slowly slits across your smooth skin. The tears finally escape from your dried eyes and you laugh. And cry. You laugh and cry in an hyste3rical sort of way, gasping for breath.
Cross my heart and hope to die, the center of the X is the bull’s eye.
We are the cause of our own problems and the source of our own solutions. For every mistake we make we have to work thrice as hard to fix it. We must point blame at ourselves first and ask for forgiveness from ourselves. We are our own worst enemy and when we die, we kill ourselves.
Actions speak louder than words. Unless you have a megaphone.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will slowly kill me on the inside.
The Missing Piece
Why can’t I think straight? Why can’t I dream right? I feel like there’s a piece to the puzzle missing and I’m no where close to finding it. My dreams are an empty void - blank - filled with no presence, just the thought that something’s missing. What is it? Where is it? Something’s missing, but I just can’t find it. Without it - without any clues to finding it - I am lost. No meaning, no purpose, no me. Where is this missing piece?
Never give up. Unless it’s a stupid idea.
Writing is an art of words.
Playing with anatomy. I suck at it.
The blue is hope, the yellow is happiness.
*Looks through my room* Oops, found some porn *stops and gives it my full attention*