The tears can't fall, my heart breaks anyway..
Hanging on by a thread ..the feelings engulf, wrap around me..
I long to be understood..the real me exposed..
The looks ... the feeling of not belonging...here or anywhere.
Heart, mind and soul continually wanders
But writing may help.
Feeling very very low this morning. Nothing new.
Trying to divert myself away from focusing on it. Struggling.
Many things on my mind- seeming to just merge into one big black cloak.
It seeps into every pore. And you become...
and kinda beat up. It's less than 24 hours after I was forced to digest a heaping pile of crap, lies, half- truths and it stings. I wont be down long because I don't see the point to it. Life is meant to be lived and experienced. I will not hide, cower in the shadows and live...
to each other. I hate that people don't think before they talk or how it might affect their feelings. I hate how my friends suck, that in the end they were never really my friends at all. I hate that I'm so lonely and helpless about it. I hate that I care. I hate that my sister...
I always write my feelings down, have been ever since I found out that my great grandfather was sick, and wasn't going to make it. I needed someone to talk to and I knew it couldn't be him becaus i knew he had to focus on getting better, for everyone's sake. I started writing...
Think you can end the pain. Pull it across your wrists and end it. Then when your best friend fiands out she gose into an even deeper depression. The only person she can talk to about anything is gone. She told you that you where the only person keeping her alive. She finally...
With people swarming all over the house, and not being able to find something you are looking for, relentless chit chat of women with a pitch that burns a home in my eardrum, questions I do not have answers to, immature people taking everything personally and injuring...
I hate feeling like I do.
I try all the **** they say to help but I'm still sinking.
my chest aches.
my eyes are swollen.
I just want back on shore,
out of this sea of despair.
but I think of things that make me sad. I'm lazy, yet ambitious. I don't like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don't care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I'm a conflicted contradiction. If I can't figure myself out, there's no...
radiates warmth like the first day of the SpringThe heart, it killsIt bestowsIt lies by remaining silentIt straysIt loses its pathIt wanders off to places we’ve never beenThe heart is a lonely hunterIt breaksIt falls apartIt heals as if the missing pieces of a portrait are...
Drifting between the sand dunes, a zephyr whispered your presence. Of eyes that peer into frailties and see vitality. Of a mind that devours desperate words and forges perceptivity. Levity that crumbles the child-ego and rouses the man. Of tenderness that embraces the dark to...
his strong arms were wrapped around my waist pulling me closer and I snuggled into his chest in complete bliss. I’ve waited so long to finally be with this man, and it feels better than I could have ever imagined. I could smell his cologne dancing around me, intoxicating me...
The weather not the cause of my way,
I'm sore, tired; I'm here but I'm not,
Not unusual at my regular spot.
They know I like whiskey, they think I'm alone.
That girl they see at the bar is a clone.
She's no priorities, a rottenless hope,
She claims it's the only way she can...
But could it really be love when all you've done from the start is be afraid?
The fear of ending up hurt never left your mind. It made you vicious. The fear crept towards your heart until it became cruel.
It taught you to strike back, to strike first.
It didn't give him...
so tired of feeling lonely,
But I’m left all alone,
I’m so sick of being hated,
But I’m better on my own.
I want to be your only,
I don’t want to ***** and moan,
My desire’s hardly sated,
With what kindness you have shown,
I know I shouldn’t want,
I know it’s not...
I don't have a single person in my life that I could trust fully, or expect to understand me.
Not so very long ago, I thought I had, but life had a very cruel lesson to teach me, and the experience was far too painful to put into words at the time.
A few months have past, and...
like the vodka I'd buy for you..
But serious the delirious sense of attraction has always caught me in distractions when I want to be one hundred and live to share my passions..
If only I'd learn to let go, my heart always gets to sink like a stone, the weight I'd carry for...
watching as months flip away like pages of a novel, each day stealing away every glance I have at happiness.
Allowing the darkness to emanate down to the depths of my soul. However, refusing to keep picking up these broken pieces of my heart that fall apart so effortlessly...
blackness that creeps into the corners of my mind
until everything is grey and dark
My heart feels ripped out, as if I was cut with a knife
All you will find is emptiness,
No heart. Just a big hole, there is nothing left,
only the anger and hurt remain,It follows me...
watching the moon shine so bright,
I think about the things to come
and the mistakes I've made
that are now dead and gone,
I always hate the way I've lied
but nobody's perfect and neither am I,
so I must except the future I have made
because of my desperation for wanting
They can break hearts, join souls, cut like a knife and make panties wet. I prefer words that inevitably lead you to my bed, words that I've written that depict the dirty things and each little box we ticked. Words that describe all we've yet to try, of all we must still do.
and I'm looking forward to traveling, taking photos, picnics, bonfires with friends and family and kicking it all off right by attending a pride event nearby tomorrow. I'm not content to sit around and overthink things, not when I have so much to look forward to this week! I...
Perhaps I blocked him out. After all, it was a lifetime ago. Who was he? A 16 year old young man I fostered when I was working full time 60+ hrs a week and going to school full-time for my Bachelor's Degree. It was 15 years ago & I was barely 24. I met him at work. I was his...
morning but so many people losing jobs at a late stage in life worries me.It is difficult to start your life in a new way again.When it is time to consolidate your life ,your job is gone .The family suffers too.So those who have jobs,be glad that you have one.
and being astounded by yourself? Almost like you can't believe that was you. I read an article on writing about how you feel and aside from improving your emotional state, it helps hone your writing skills.
I have a fancy journal which I have not used for a long time as I...
since I've written here, so i'll tell what's going on in my life right now. Well first my classes are finally ending but i still have tests to do, in second has been some time i don't think about him and thirdly he will be out for two months, so let's see where this life will...
Its heartbreaking. Although I always drop people out my life when they have drug problems. I never thought of it being selfish. Then not even a year ago I met this girl who I instantly liked & started flirting with. It only took days before we were talking about everything...
cold it was no surprise this broken frame can be fixed shaping myself to not be the same digging deep from my own insanity trying to find wheres my clarity my heart has carried me through the past let me get on my knees to separate this apart