surviving

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Walking around all day, feeling like shit. The night before was  difficult, whilst laying on my pit. I lie down at night, feeling totally spent.  An hour or two quickly passes by and then wide awake again.
I apologize that you don't like me. I apologize that you don't understand me. I apologize that you never got to know the real me. I will not apologize for being me. I will not apologize for having a dream.
Dear Cryptic Affluence,      Did I really have to go so far? What did I do for you to drown this way? It wasn't easy getting here, tell me was it meant to be?
I can still feel you. I can still feel your touch, your arms around my waist, Your hands around my neck.
Drift…             But not too far! As far as you can…             It’s dangerous! It’s beautiful…             You want to die? To finally live… 
I'm sick of waiting for the world to pass on judgement. I'm sick of waiting for its punishment. I'm sick of being afraid of what is to come whether it is ot bring joy or if it is to bring tradgedy.
I wasn't meant to be beautifulI wasn't meant for the pleasing of your eyesor the stirring of your inner loveI am meant to set a fire beneath youto make you quake in your boots
It was all one big jump back in time. And those bad people, All the bad they did, And there she was helpless. Doing what she do best. Taking "it"
This years mighty tough, rough on my luck Forced to keep up, but cold to the touch Holding my tongue and counting my tears But I have no cheer, what a wearisome year
The hardest thing to do is get up. out of the hole, or on some peoples minds, out if bed. When you sleep you have no worries, you can dream away; but reality is still there.
   I admit I'm not tough...   I can't handle much... Or at least not at once.    Yeah...  Sometimes I cry and I can't sleep at night. I'm stressed out,                                It broke me.
I need your gentle fingers To grace my skin As your warm arms embrace me And hold me together   I need your soft lips To linger on each syllable As your words Talk my mind off a cliff
Without it you wouldn’t be carbon-based.Without it you don’t have the energy to make enough ATP to move.Without it you sit in your room half-dead,that’s why certain words leave the air knocked out of you.  
Cold, wet, and defeatedThe angel laid her hand on my shoulder"Let me show you you aren't depleted,Come with me or grow colder.This is not what you intendedI can show you the light,
Limbs are lengthy like a tree. The smile is blossoms for all to see.   Voice of syrup sweetly flows, Kind despite all the highs and lows.   Through each winter the life persists,
Living or Surviving?  
Life and its troubles are changing with each passing day the world’s Pain is severe and unending and can lead the strongest-willed astray   But a bigger part of the soul,
MORNINGS ARRIVE AND THE SUN RISES AS I WAKE WITH DREARY BONES THE MUSCLES THROB AND THRIVE ON PAIN AND FORM A WEAKER DRONE THE THOUGHTS OF MELANCHOLY DAYS,THEY LINGER ON
Agony from the chronic eruption of nerves that delicately lace through my spine and entwine into vines of erotic discord electricall
Thank you for electricity.
A silent mantra of the hands. The strands of my hair creating a lovely rhythm of   over,   over,   over. I crave the relaxation brought upon by the feel of conditioned hair on my soft skin.
So. I was at a party. Y'know, it seems like it always      starts that way. "I was at a party." I was at a party.   Whether I had been drinking or not
At some point All of this Will fade. This, too, shall pass And your best laid plans Will go astray. The road will curve, The fork long behind- You will question And doubt
In life we all make mistakes. We all try to make it somewhere and do something. We want to be accepted in our respected communities. Though, it's not that simple: We must climb the mountains,
With the world on her mind and hole in her chest, she is falling. The weight she carries quickens her decent into the murky depths of confusion Every thought, every action, has left her alone and lost.
Just Smile.  That was all I was told as a child.
If I could change one thing, it’d be this tall, intimidating fence. I’d tear it down and frolic away deliriously into the world that’s been waiting for me.
bands and bangles
Chills Reaching deep within my soul they breed Multiplying, festering Unable to stop them, unable to take control I retreat, trying to preserve the little sanity left 
YOU CAN BECOME ANYTHING YOU WANT TO BE BUT WHEN PEOPLE DOUBTING YOU AND STRESS TAKING A TOLL ON YOU IT'S HARD TO BE WHO YOU WANT TO BE. WHERE IM FROM GIRLS DON'T GRADUATE
Age thirteen, beaten black and violet, she hid from a man who was too often violent. But Daddies aren't supposed to be mean, or leave awful marks for all to see. Daddy promised, "Never again."
Darkness.  I fancy myself as one who knows darkness.  Not that darkness is something wonderful to know,  In fact, it comes like a thief in the night and steals. 
What is freedom? Is it the light I see in this dark place? Is it just a word, or do I give the meaning to it? Is it the feeling of floating freely in poisonous water? 
Things are not what it seems Sometimes we’re just a person’s dream You see yourself as a misfit But take a look at your life again After you get done reading this shit
She has magic in her hands The wand is her pen She delicately draws the lines Then she eloquently makes them refined She doesn’t do it to waste time She does it to clear her mind
What is wrong with the world?
Time enchants her victim, begs me near to sharp being… Wraps round frail shoulders as she tickles porcelain cheek.
My fear consumes me. I'm torn on the inside. Should I stay for you, Or can I run for me? I feel your soul filled eyes, Staring down and judging. After my past with you, How do I change me?
I am in pain, From my head to my chest, Nothing has changed, I always tried my best, But it did nothing, I don’t belong here, I am something, But I can’t shed a tear, I am in pain,
My knees are weak They begin to tremble From fear of deceit My body longed for home, that was calling for me. How did I get to this point ? I feel like I've lost all hope, stranded I was.
It’s like he’s trapped in a cage. He’s building up rage Within the days He’s been spending in this place Where he’s stuck, Surrounded by his own thoughts and emotions That his demons brought
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