Unfolding a box outside of the designated box unfolding area.
Can I just die peacefully?
Can my hopes just disappear?
Cause I just keep falling.
I felt being stabbed again.
Falling in love is painful.
In the end there's reasons.
I am confused by him... *sighs*
Affable gentleman seeks his paramore.
My brain works faster than my mouth a lot of the time and I end up mumbling over my words trying to get all of my thoughts out. When I write though, it gives me time, and space, to...
I dreamt about you, I'm glad I finally woke up!
two more hours until freedom
I heard his heavy focused breaths echo in the darkness.
Forgotten, honestly screw the 25 character rule.
I empathized with him and his pain ripped me apart
I cry these tears each and every night, tears of sorrow, tears of pain, tears that you cause with your cheap lies; your broken promises. They told me about you, they warned me but...
He never even knew her name.
His heart served as a gateway to her heart. But he walked away shackling the gate behind him, and she grievously loses all feeling of her heart. She begins to dissolve in a faint...
Ill be writing story's so if you have any ideas message me!!
Your words stab me, deeper then you think. I just don't bleed around people anymore.
Pen pressed firmly against ghost white paper for months now. No words jotted down and no prose poetry written. I am still waiting. Waiting to turn your death into a breathing work...
I'm in a funk. Maybe the less I say, the better. I have wants, needs, fears, and pain. There is no way that expressing any of this can turn out well right now.
"I have arrived" would be my three word answer but it requires 25 characters hence the explanation.
I write poetry and I wrote a poem about my suicide attempt and when I read it almost brings me back to that exact moment. Sometimes I almost feel happy.
see the open end, this story never ends
I'm 21 years old (sorry just turned 21 this september) and a lot has happened in the past two years! Right now I just feel plain confused. I'm Catholic and believe and God and...
The only thing she truly wanted was to not want.
'Cause all that I know is time is precious, and baby, I just want to spend my time with you.
Hmm, fiction? A horror story? A lie? Not sure but this is my story:
I was born, I found God, I am saved, Amen.
Look, this has nothing at all to do with the truth, it's certainly...
The first person that I want to speak with about things preoccupying me, is you.
Like a good book, please remember me and smile, even after our story is done