| the best art comes out of the worst times. fact. |
Sleep ForeverTired of the rain and cold. And of looking outside from the place I sit, unable to move.Sleep Forever
Tired of the darkness everywhere I look (not only outside, but in).
Tired of hiding away. And fading away. And trying to say that I'm not okay.
Tired of feeling too much, and nothing simultaneously.
Tired of looking for someone to hold me like they love me, and tired to pretending because it doesn't ever happen.
Tired of staring at the screen like I'll think of something to write to take the hurt away.
Tired of being hopeless, tired of lingering in this hole with no way out.
Darling, You're NothingFuck reality.Darling, You're Nothing
I'll dream all day and all night to block out the world in front of me. I'll close my eyes when someone smiles at me and I'll take every picture off my wall which reminds me of when I may have been happy (but it's most like facade for the camera lens). Maybe I'll even tell those I ask about the wonderful day I had, the happiness I feel (fakefakefake). I can't be an expert, yet I'll get by.
Yeah, they'll whisper when I'm not around about a change in the way I move. They'll all let it be, let it pass. (It won't.) It's written in the tears and in the wounds, fresh daily. Yet everyone is surrounded by countless feeling
Save reality for the morningI'm in love with the way that you hold me to your chest I can make believe that I'm wanted for something more (for something more than all I'm good for).Save reality for the morning
untitled2.You say you'll comfort those in pain. But what you mean is you'll comfort those with visible scars. What about the rest? That girl curled up on the bathroom floor had never been in war, her family wasn't dead, she wasn't reduced to poverty. She had no reason to cry. But she hides away within herself. Her wounds left untreated, below the surface of her paper thin skin.untitled2.
Of Filth and Faith Frigid air brushes against her face as she wakes up in a room she is unfamiliar with. The walls seem steel, the floor of marble, and the lights are obfuscated to an opaque blue. She remains sedated as she looks around herself in the ague, recondite room. She attempts to stand up, but is tied tightly into an antique-looking chair. "Juliet, you've been fastened in the bottom of a Catholic church in San Fransisco." an austere man states from across the room. She can see smoke rising from a cigar that rests in his left hand. She concentrates on hOf Filth and Faith
| the best art comes out of the worst times. fact. |
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Distressed
xo!
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one half of ~ZombiesAteUs
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I regretted it.
I regret a lot of things.
Push, Marianas Trench.
I'm glad you liked my piece
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~Easy to feel, hard to explain
*dAWriterStrike # #project-improve # ~The--Adventure # #Live-Love-Write # #100ThemeChallenge # #theWrittenRevolution
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If I can't cry, at least let me bleed...
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I claimed Rock! ~WarriorCatsClaim
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Can't you see that it hurts to breathe, so i hold my breath until I die in the most simplistic sigh.
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~Easy to feel, hard to explain
*dAWriterStrike # #project-improve # ~The--Adventure # #Live-Love-Write # #100ThemeChallenge # #theWrittenRevolution
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if you're reading this,
then you're still alive. whether
that be a good or bad thing,
you mean the world to me.
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I regretted it.
I regret a lot of things.
Push, Marianas Trench.
i'm glad you liked it (:
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~Easy to feel, hard to explain
*dAWriterStrike # #project-improve # ~The--Adventure # #Live-Love-Write # #100ThemeChallenge # #theWrittenRevolution
And you're deviantID is very true. (:
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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