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FearHow can a human live in peace when their every move is being watched?
When they’re an inch away of getting locked up?
They told me:
“What you see is fake
What you hear is fake
Even what you think is fake
Your reality is different from other people’s realities.”
This wouldn’t have been a problem if they hadn’t told me my reality is fake.
We all have different views on life.
You can trust your senses.
You can trust your thoughts, your emotions.
I can not.
The things I see, you don’t see.
The things I hear, you don’t hear.
The things I think, don’t make sense.
I never believed a word of it, until it all came crashing down.
I’m forced to believe. I’m being trained to be normal.
But I am real. And I am not crazy.
I am real. And so are my feelings.
Suicide is no joke.Suicide is no joke. There is no coming back from it. Once you have done it, you are gone. Your pain may be over, but the pain to your family and loved ones will never be over. They will be left with countless questions that will forever be unanswered. If you're in pain, you need to let somebody know. There is no use suffering in silence. If you are suffering through depression, the worst thing you can try to do is beat it on your own. Just remember that there are people out there who love you and care for you. Even if you only have one person in your life who cares, that is still one person that would be devastated if you were no longer here.
Suicide is a very final way to deal with life's issues. It is a dark and permanent solution to potentially short term problems. All I ask is for you to stop and think. There is always a solution to your problems. There is always someone out there who can help you. Never think that you're alone because you are not. Some people may understand a lot
My life as a readerYou hear about the stories. You ignore it. You see them on the web, so you decide to read them. They’re great. The environment and descriptions make you smile, the dialogue makes you laugh. The adventures send chills down your spine and the plot makes your heart flutter. Even better, you find yourself fascinated with the characters.
You like one particular character. Heck, maybe even a group of characters. You wish they existed. You wish the stories, the adventures existed, too. You think real life is bland. It can be cruel sometimes, too. People aren’t like they are in stories, so you like fictional ones better.
You want to create your own. You want your own characters, you even want to borrow characters. You want your own plots, your own adventures. You want to substitute your life for another, even if it’s only temporary. You want to get lost in the world of imagination and creativity.
You pick up the pencil, or you open your writing programs. You make your own. Yo
My BeautifulWhy are your eyes so blind? Why can’t they see the only thing keeping me alive living inside you? I wish to have an answer; I wish to kiss you in the dark, where our bodies fade out and the souls eternally embrace each other; for now, my happiness lives in a nice dream. You don’t know what I feel, but you have read the verses that a hopeless heart writes for you, a muse.
Before the light. My life was sleeping surrounded by endless loneliness, where the doubts were leading the march to my own self-destruction. In those very forgettable days, you were my only escape, one of the few reasons of my smile to shine, even when grey clouds were crying over this empty existence. The happiest afternoons of that time were with your beauty by my side, after a busy day of school. The road to home wasn’t lonely anymore, my dear.
Now the summer possesses the earth. Giving us a break to breathe peacefully the air; I think about every day, I dream of you every night; your heavenly voic
It's Too Late When We DieIf you want to die then fine, go die
But before you go, think
Think about every dream you've dreamed
Think about every star you've wished upon
Think about every desire that has ever coursed through your veins
Everyone of those things could become true
Everyone of those things could become a reality
If you go pack you bags now
You will be packing nothing but pain
You will leave this place with nothing but your suffering
So fight, fight everyday
Pour fire into your heart
Harness the hurt
Control the memories
And leave this world old and grey
And leave this world carrying happiness
Don't ever give up because,
It's too late when we die..
ParentsMy parents grew me into an unsocial, world hating thing
My parents always wanted me to be perfect
My parents used to hit me
My parents only care for me when I do something good
And when I do a little thing wrong
they pour all the things I did wrong in my life over my head
I always tried to fulfil their wishes
just to gain a little of their love
They wreck my innocence with their talk of "what you are doing is not even real"
and although my parents are little shitheads in my opinion
... I am still thankful for the good times they spend with me
I am happy for every hug they give me
I am happy when they ask me "How's your drawing stuff going?"
I am happy when my father and I are playing games together
or when my mother and I have some amazing talks
I am grateful and thankful that I didn't grow up under crackheads
and happy when they say "we brought you your favourite food" because why not?
There are many little things I could list
many reason why I should hate them, and many why I love th
AbyssNote: so thoughts and feelings at the mo, needed to write something just to feel a bit connected. Sorry its a bit depressing.
I’ve been here so many times before and yet I’ve never learnt. The abyss which draws me ever so close with promises of peace is more like a curse. The abyss it calls me with words so sweet, yet the comfort for which I yearn is hiding a secret longing; its desire to rend apart my being.
I’ve listened to its lies and been wooed by its call pushing aside all thoughts of logic and hope. I’m desperate now to feel at peace that I’ll listen to its sirens call. I know what will await me, the consuming pain that it will cause and yet I’m stepping closer stupidly not ignoring its voice.
Hidden in its darkness like in the shadows of my thoughts are fangs so sharp they’ll tear apart my already fragile mind. The abyss it salivates at the desire to consume me but still I’m standing here.
Escape from this place is possible
In This SpaceMy favorite space in the entire world is the space between my window and my bed, only separated by the brown Chester Drawer that was painted canvas white and now chips away to show tidbits of the chestnut brown. This is my favorite space. A cage between the pages of my sketchbook; torn out. Here, it’s just far enough from you. I can see the smile on your face. And the emptiness in your eyes. I can see how they’ll never match one another again. And it makes me wonder if you can hear me breathing too heavy in order to make myself faint.
This space in between my bed and my window is as big as the space in between your eyes. And I wonder if you can see right through me. Or do you just not pay attention to the sundry voices in my head. In this space, I sat down and watched the rain break the glass. This space is where I watched the ants trail in through the hole in the window’s net. I fed them bread crumbs from my sandwich. Until they infested the spot and expected a yard
FelicityHer name was Felicity! They used to call her this way because she seemed to be always happy. Felicity was a nice girl, very funny and always ready to make you laugh. But Felicity hasn't been always happy. In the past she suffered, we don't know why, we don't know how, but she suffered. Fortunately Felicity doesn't suffer anymore. She's better than she thinks! Felicity loves to watch tv series, probably because she likes to get lost in a world of fantasy, where all the sorrows of the life don't exist. Felicity is a good friend. I think that Felicity is a dreamer too!
Felicity is a young girl who suffered. Felicity is happy now! Felicity loves tv series! Felicity is the need to escape from this world, but also the life that goes on!
Life in a heartbeatHelp me, I’m drowning
Drowning in my crazy world of thoughts
The Fields are strangling me
Everything is fiction
Nothing is real
What happened? More importantly, what didn’t happen?
I know I am confused
Am I even myself?
Who is that? “Me”?
How can I respect myself if others don’t respect me? How can others respect me if I don’t respect myself?
I don’t know anymore
I don’t know anything anymore
The world around me appears surreal
Who will listen to me if I scream now? Why would I scream now?
I’ve been living a fake life
The life of someone elses
I can feel my heartbeat, low in my belly
But whose heartbeat is that?
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
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