The First Dream and Memories Of Love
I made This story in the series for a few reason but it to show sorry and i love cerent people hope all you people enjoy the story I kept falling thought the darkness all the pain of seeing that image in the mirror just kept me from moving I loosed...
Life is a Lie
Death is freedom From this lie, To live is to Exists in false hope, In death I am Still a captive, In life I'm in false hope, But all I hope for Is Truth or Deceit, I am an indefinite presence, With the wish for a known Basis to go on...
My Lonesome
My lonesome today, i'm feeling quite alone i'm feeling quite depressed because this monster it has grown and i cannot put it to rest but, these hurtful feeling will not leave they hurt my mortal soul and that gives me this numbing grief
I Need a Hug
I need a hug. I need someone to hold me and tell me I'm enough. I need to feel. I need someone to love me despite what I am. No one's around to share the love, When all I need, is a hug.
Poet's Memoirs: Skyclad
On a shadowed night, such as this, I sometimes like to reminisce, And think of all the things I've said, What words I've wrote, what thoughts I've lead. I like to think I'll make my mark, I'd like to come out of the dark, But while these words...
The Moon
If you're told that you're not worthy, Or even that you're damned, Just look up at the moon, And take her outstretched hand. If you're ever falling deeper, Into a nightmare steep, Just look up at the moon, She'll guard you while you...
goodbye...
Slit my wrists, Close my eyes. Watch me bleed, Watch me die. I fall to my knees as you cry, I say nothing except goodbye.
pain with a smile
I can't stand it. My music isn't loud enough to make me deaf. My blade isn't sharp enough to make me dead. I push you all away. Wishing your happiness to stay. I will leach you dry. Suck the glee right from your eye. Steal the thing you wish to share....
Fading
You scrabble for your phone with your opposite hand; your usual hand is doing something unusual and is not available. Of course, it would be helpful if your hand wasn't wet and you could actually hold on to something. Finally, digging nails into the...
Background Noise
This is a simplified, brief representation of things that i experience on a semi-regular basis, covering thoughts of self-doubt, depression, and suicide.
The Sand Castle
I remember my mother, whom for better or worse, i take after, her manic days of running away from her depression mirrored by my own. i lay in my nest, my trophies around me, meaningless symbols for anyone save myself.
Cant You See?
Can you see me Not what i appear to be Can't you see This smile isn't really me Its just a mask To hide the fact That im trapped With a body that doesn't belong Can you see Who i am inside Behind the mask That i hide behind ...