Abyss

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To walk with no shoes on thick cold ice, It's the feeling of been stabbed over ten thousand times. What were to happen if you were to slip through, to see into into the abyss.
Deep beneath the broken abyss of my soul where the voices drag the dying embers of my long forgotten heart, the heart that is filled with masked emotions. from all the lies,
heart of a hot glue gun scalding, sticky in the shape of a weapon used by tortured artists
We are all standing single file waiting for our turn to plunge into the deep, dark abyss.  At night I wonder, how often do two lives end in perfect unison on opposite sides of the world?
Dear 15-year-old Bellla, College is rad. College is bomb. I am having the time of my life at Arizona State. Why did I have to wait? My classes are going very well. My friends are swell.
Smaller and smaller they became The words on the pages lost to an abyss Each day weaker and weaker And the words vanish   But the colors stay The colors and the sound The sound and the colors
Shadows line the walls When sun light fades And darkness falls. And into the abyss  The tormenting pit We find ourselves bound.   The ropes of doubt The shackles of fear
It didn't take too much To bring me down to my knees. To leave me laying on the floor Covered in bruises and blood. To leave me laying alone in the dark.   So here I stay on the floor,
I was afraid to ask  If she called me quiet I was teetering on the edge Of an abyss of silence Never admitting To my apparent muteness  For fear it would settle  As a permanent outer skin 
The Abyss so dark and cold sucks my heart in and almost has my soul. The Abyss traps me inside and people pass by without a word of hope. Some push me in deeper into the Abyss
another day living among the void and the darkness.. sitting in my usual corner and wondering why i become so heartless.
I have a confession.
The sun shines out,
How does it feel to have a fire that doesn't burn? As I detach and turn the page I have been tainted with empty rage I'm aware of the heat as the ember blazes
Where to begin, On this mystery within,   Pondering brought great knowledge, Believing brought great hope,   But both held no meaning beyond the parametrical scope.  
A person, full of pain and sorrow, a heart that is parted in the middle, held together with one thread of hope and faith…
I found my old soul Lying half awake in a doorway
I've yet to swim in the darkest depths, for I never want to stay on the surface.
My mother of Resolution A mother of hope A listener of wisdom My detective of crime Understanding of all imperfections   Loving, caring, compassionate
An open crevice, like A monster's gaping maw Waiting, beckoning To swallow me whole.
Dear Santa,
Pain I feel it taking over me inside The cries, the struggles The pain that needs to be set free Why did you hurt me? Why must I feel the way I do because of you So many questions gone unanswered
Loving caresses Following me endlessly  Appreciation
A child quivers in fear as darkness overtakes a room
Floating through an abyss of tears and fears. Do they notice me? Can they help wipe the errors? Dancing, twirling; I scream to be free. One day they will see, it was me they always needed.
Back into the abyss I flow, Back into the abyss I know, Back into the abyss I go, Where I won't be missed, I am the mist.
Three broken hearts all in one day, But my love for you still stays. We are silenced in the depths of darkness. I pray that someday the barrier will be broken For us to be away from the farthest of fears,
This thing of love, of loving and being loved. It consumes me in the gentlest of ways,  softly washing over me until I've been covered up; a blissful drowning. I've become willing to risk hitting a shelf 
  Walls are fallen Words come alive Memories are seen History is broken Future is forgotten Emotions are meaningless
Butterflies In the Night Drift Away Without a Fight Lose Myself Lost in You Wondering why But Such a Pretty View No more sadness No more pain? Watch That Blood
        Air nothing but my fare, flows gently like others with a glare. The wind Pushes, Rushes, I fumble, I rise, & fall but yet tend to move past it all. Spring gives it a ring. 
I creep forward, advancing toward the dark hand that beacons me It motions for my advancement, yet my instinct restrains the movement of my feet Tugging and yanking at my weak knees, the hand forces me onward
We go so far to find we are alone.As I wander the faculties of my mindI come to the conclusionThat time is the pinO' self-destruction When I lie at nightMy subconscious mind takes flightI journey to planes on astral connections 
Where in these dark caverns I lie alone, Hidden without the wakefulness pure bright In the shadows, I silently atone, Awaiting the purge of the searing light; But doubtly I conceal thyself of night
Somewhere inside me There is a force Trying to pull me into The Abyss of Darkness It is lurking Just on the edge Of my consciousness No matter how much I try It won’t go away
Silence They say not wavers in sorrow Intriging honor once stored by doubt The height at which we soar Is not enough to bear witness For the murder of us
I search endlessly into the dark abyss that is my heart. Yearning for that one light, but as I run, grasping for it, the light begins to fade. As I scream, crying out for it to stay... It vanishes. All I see is blackness.
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