January 2010
46 posts
Have you ever wanted to scream?
Scream so loud, that your echo is the only sound left in the universe.
Scream so forceful, that every ounce of energy you once had is now lying on the floor?
Scream so passionately that your eyes cannot produce tears?
Scream and not care who was watching or who would hear?
Scream like there was no tomorrow? As if the fate of the world rested in that one...
I feel as though I am the subject matter of a nationl science class. Poking and proding at every point. Opening me up and slicing away at my vital parts. Only to get to the center piece that is no longer alive and beating. An organ that used to be full of life, is now useless and as hard as a rock. No longer able to feel, no longer able to breathe and live freely. So useless, when the feeling of...
I see my life
I see it thouroughly
I see it arriving
I see it depriving.
I see my life
I see it quietly
I see it follow
I see it hollow
I see my life
I see my life.
For how can I see my life
When my life is so lonely?
I see my life, only if only,
I could see my life.
As I lie here
Calm and at my own will
Wondering of what I’m thinking
Wondering as high as a dove.
Am I thinking of my day?
No.
Am I thinking of a way?
No.
As I lie here
Calm and at my own will
Looking up at my ceiling
My mind bringing me in, reeling.
Am I thinking of him?
No.
Am I thinking of her?
No.
My mind is a total Blank
Gone as we know it, from eternity and all.
...
Sorry Mom. Sorry Dad. I'm fucking tired.
illbehereforever:
thatgirlserena:
Your perfect little girl dropped a grade on her report card. Your perfect little girl yelled at you last night. Your perfect little girl talked back to you again. Your perfect little girl painted her nails black. Your perfect little girl lied to you all her life. Your perfect little girl cries herself to sleep. Your perfect little girl was broken by a boy....
“When someone says “I want to go to Italy” people ask why? When...”
“Kiss me and you will see how important I am.”
– Sylvia Plath (via myendoftheworld)
14050.) I'm always paranoid that my friends...
andwhenitrains:
leadupthestairwell:
(via blogsecret)
I must have written this in my sleep cause that’s exactly how I feel.
I thought that for the longest time and sometimes I still do..so maybe it’s apart of life? Who knows.
14050.) I'm always paranoid that my friends...
andwhenitrains:
leadupthestairwell:
(via blogsecret)
I must have written this in my sleep cause that’s exactly how I feel.
I thought that for the longest time and sometimes I still do..so maybe it’s apart of life? Who knows.
“Here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
Here is the root of the root, and the...”
– -I Carry Your Heart With Me; E.E. Cummings. (via thechocolatebrigade) (via itsnotalovesong)