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..I feel so alone like no is ever there for me.
No one has my back or looks out for me.
Naturally this introvert has no one.
Thus, her destiny is to only die alone.
StrongPeople who turn their backs on you and stop watching you are not friends.
They probably were never a friend to begin with.
Do not fret and do not feel upset.
It goes to show what some peoples intentions really were.
True colors come out about people.
Some are there to build you up.
Others want to see you fall.
Some become jealous of your success.
But we always end up being the very people they stab right in the back.
I have experienced this countless times so I know.
I have lost a lot of people who I thought were "friends".
They never spoke a word to me but expected me to be there for them.
That is not how it works.
I will not allow myself to be used by anyone.
I stand up for what is right.
Even if I am the only one standing...
I still stand my ground.
I refuse to conform just to please others.
That is not who I am.
I refuse to give in to temptation.
I am bold and I am strong.
They will not defeat me in the end.
UntitledLife is hard.
We are riding on the waves of survival.
Hoping one day that serenity will bind our sorrow.
Offering us the helping hands we need to live on.
Don't Be So Quick To JudgeSome people are so quick to judge others. They may get upset over little things like someone not wanting to watch them or for not liking a certain fandom. Instead of them being so quick to judge, it's probably best for them to look deep down inside and realize that they are no more perfect than the people they judge. Maybe then we will all get along when there isn't so much judgement of others happening.
Like a ghost.
Like a ghost.
This girl has shut herself off.
From the world.
Peace she feels.
No pain will strain.
Clearly she thinks.
For herself each passing day.
She is not lonely.
Just alone she is.
The peace she feels...
Fills the voids.
Serenity is on her side.
Tranquility her companion.
Maybe now she will finally be happy again.
She has gone incognito.
Need she say more?
This is by her own doing.
No persuasion or pep talks.
This is her choice.
She chooses her own paths.
No one controls her.
This free-spirit is made to last.
True Fact #138The thought of being alone does make me feel sad. But when I am actually alone...I feel so much at peace. Free of drama. I can do anything.
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
MazeLost within myself
Looking for a way out
This cannot end like this
Trapped in my own mind
A maze with no exit
I keep running and running
But I always end up
In the same place where I began
RustThe dwelling rust
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
Slaves of the deadSlaves of the dead
to find another land,
but they couldn't stand the desert and the frost.
Some died, some returned.
For those who returned
the masters had prepared a special punishment.
Their memory was wiped off.
They became thieves,
without ever understanding why.
They just felt it was the right thing to do.
Red Light ReduxHaving a truck
Paint me red
Is the strangest feeling
I’ve ever felt.
I’ve seen myself melt away
Like a mid-summer’s ice cream
While my personality screams
To be noticed. Every wall that once
Stood between me and reality
I am finally free.
Until they strapped me down
And sewed back my hands to my head.
My heart to my mouth.
My legs to the earth.
The taste of freedom
Rests gently on my tongue,
And I’ve been trying
To no avail.
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