my first assingment write to :Stop the suffocation, of the constant constricting thoughts.my first assingment write to :
RElive the memories of our intense moments and repeated mistakes
Slow time and stand still so you dont get swept under by the current
As this river rages, your gasping between the bursts of rapids. ]Words are the lifejacket keeping you alive
He's a drugEverything hurts.He's a drug
I feel so incredibly sad.
but theres nothing there to let out.
I'm in agony and wish someone could see it I cant be alone tonight but i dont have a choice
I could let the colours of my heart flow through the gaps i make in my skin
but that wont help.
I could drink the soothing liquid as it slips down my throat to ease the intensity But that will fade
Everything's bruised.
And its my come down from him.
The withdrawl because he's my drug.
But it doesnt get easier.
our poor little girlAnd in the middle of the night she screamed out loud "someone help its happening again"our poor little girl
As she reached for the bottled to drown her sorrows
the poison burnt the back of her throat
she sobbed and she pleaded for someone to hear but her voice was being drowned out
As the yellin grew louder and the anger raised
she reachedfor that pretty steel blade that never left her in her time of need
the one that stayed only to
bring her to her knees
the chaos grew stronger inside her head
and she begged with no one listening that she
sleep's final evasionSLEEP wont grace me with its giftsleep's final evasion
or pity me tonight and so i endure the dark abyss
The tedious battle, the hopeless fight
FEAR grips my mind like trapping an unsuspecting bear
Merciless and painfull
And please mr sandman your not being fair
im only pleading for a wink, not much at all
HOPE begins to fade, quicker than time can flee
minutes move. like hours do.
and defeat proudly enters rubbing his hands with glee "your desperation reeks, pitiful are you".
ANXIETY kicks in, whatever does this mean? Will tomrrow
Guilt
Fake
Bordeline Personality DisorderI’m happy now That’s sure to change In hours, or minutes I will be full of rage Then I will feel nothing I will be empty inside I will feel betrayed No on in which to confide I will then want to die To silence the things I hear But I always stop slashing Because there is too much fearBordeline Personality Disorder
Now what do you say about one Who doesn’t have the strength to live And doesn’t even have the courage To just lie down and die?
Yeah I guess I’m happy
But the scars, stinging, remain But this little miracle came alon
Devious Journal Entry
Sadness
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