"I'm hiding from an empty chair. Should've said I loved you..."
Why am I unhappy? I have so much that others would kill for, so why am I unhappy?
"Exploring our secrets, exposing ourselves. Tough to admit but we must see how this is all becoming competitive."
Never really get to express situations because they always feel so detached from their heart’s true instinctions
This was a poem-ish rant I made close to about a year ago, when my depression was really bad. I was keep on switching back and forth on whether or not I should share this...but I thought I should beca...
"Forced myself to drain my thoughts 'til all that's left is a migraine. I'd say I'm going insane..."
"It's raining, it's pouring, Her eyes have gotten stormy."
"I promise you that I'm trying to change. I know that my silence can be deadly."
"I walk alone this quiet night with songs in my ears and a mess in my head."
So this isn't a poem but rather a rant about how people are afraid of the dark. Or how people are scared of having their leg or arm hanging over the bed.
https://edu.gcfglobal.org/en/internetsafetyforkids/staying-safe-from-online-predators/1/
I need human interaction as a distraction. Being by myself causes too much friction.
Stuck in this Hell of contradicting confusion. Want to open up but scared about choosing.
I know it's wrong to hide behind fakery, but it seems to be all that's left from my terrible history.
The anger is taking over. I never wanted to yell, but it's like the world is getting colder.
People come by and leave, I'm like a quest no one would bother to complete.
I think but I also don't think--I don't know what to think. It hurts not to feel but to feel hurts far more.
"I'm hiding from an empty chair. Should've said I loved you..."
Why am I unhappy? I have so much that others would kill for, so why am I unhappy?
"Exploring our secrets, exposing ourselves. Tough to admit but we must see how this is all becoming competitive."
Never really get to express situations because they always feel so detached from their heart’s true instinctions
This was a poem-ish rant I made close to about a year ago, when my depression was really bad. I was keep on switching back and forth on whether or not I should share this...but I thought I should beca...
"Forced myself to drain my thoughts 'til all that's left is a migraine. I'd say I'm going insane..."
"It's raining, it's pouring, Her eyes have gotten stormy."
"I promise you that I'm trying to change. I know that my silence can be deadly."
"I walk alone this quiet night with songs in my ears and a mess in my head."
So this isn't a poem but rather a rant about how people are afraid of the dark. Or how people are scared of having their leg or arm hanging over the bed.
https://edu.gcfglobal.org/en/internetsafetyforkids/staying-safe-from-online-predators/1/
I need human interaction as a distraction. Being by myself causes too much friction.
Stuck in this Hell of contradicting confusion. Want to open up but scared about choosing.
I know it's wrong to hide behind fakery, but it seems to be all that's left from my terrible history.
The anger is taking over. I never wanted to yell, but it's like the world is getting colder.
People come by and leave, I'm like a quest no one would bother to complete.
I think but I also don't think--I don't know what to think. It hurts not to feel but to feel hurts far more.