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Writing as anonymous,isn’t as easy as you’d think,for one its hard to hide yourselfand to lie until your pinkin the face, from denyingthat..
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Its satisfying in a way, to have my body match my heart,the pain inside reflected, inside and, now, out;I know that the mental side is worse, but it i..
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I glance at you, staring intently at me,the disappointment warps your faceI crumble, as I see what you see.The scars, some old, some new,the blood sta..
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What’s a bank with no money,or a clown that isn’t funny;A furnace with no coal,is like me.. with no soul.A leopard with no spots,or polka ..
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Just as the cuts begin to fade,and the pain begins to leave,you walk past, and sneer so quietly,as I look down and frown politely;and only now as you ..
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A new cut for my collection,is how I see the pain;just another scar to show,what your words can do.You see, I used to be so happy,cheerful, naive, for..
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We sit in silenceas you wait;for me to start talking,but I can’t seem to find the wordsto explain just how I’m feeling.How can I tell youw..
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Alone I walk, dragging my feet,the weight of a hundred worlds on my shoulders,as I succumb to the utter madnessof the monsters inside my head.Monsters..
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I’m not the first,nor will I be the last,yet despite that,I feel so alone;like I’m the only one.That is what it does to meyou see;A feelin..
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I try to act as normal,and spend ages on my hair;but I don’t have the energy to look so formal,I have no reason to careI will wear whatever&rsqu..
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