The secretes, the lies, the isolation I am addicted to it all Advertisements
You don’t feel sane sometimes. It would be better if the pain was tangible, then you’d punch it back sometime Your head hurts all day. And being here feels like waiting for a train that isn’t coming, that left years ago. You have been knocked out of orbit, tired of feeling sorry for yourself. I … More You, sometime.
These nights feel familiar Slow music and raging heart, up to sunrise These habits are stuck to me I need you, to need me Please I do not know, I might be going mad
something inside of me is broken, I’m empty, I have no love, I do not connect with affection My mental understands, But things inside of me do not respond Something inside of me is not working Stop pleading to be let in, the door is broken Stop asking me how, I wasn’t aware I … More I don’t know how
I see cracks. This perfectly painted picture has cracks I see the flawa and they are not pretty. Nasty words slipping out, their teeth have gaps that their smiles expose. I feel the rough chipped edges they try to conceal . Their eyes betray their warm smiles The flaws lay in the detail I see cracks … More Fine Art
Long roads, city lights A heavy heart and empty eyes trips back home were filled with joy now, I rehearse verses like drill sergents – step out of line and I’ll tongue slice you. Hope the people near me don’t take it per-son-al-ly I have verses I need to sort through, no room to converse … More Going. Home.
Daddy, slimy old weasel left and didn’t come back Daddy, that Bastard died and never sent word Now, Daddy, Oh Prince Daddy has another accolade because his daughter just realized that Daddy was the first to break her heart.
Paintings and chandeliers nothing could fill this empty house cold nights, alone at night, dinner for one and a cup for waiting up However will we make this house a home. take out, sliced bread, isn’t is wonderful. Alone at night, cold nights with television echoes for conversation
The way I see it, some people are born knowing. They breathe their first breath with an understanding that is innate only to their kind. And she was one of these people. A breed only as rare as variety. She filled three quarters of the average doorway and spent most of her time waiting. The … More Secrets kept.
Things at a distance The child learns Not to burn herself on cooker top So not hold someone to their word People don’t always return Love Things learned at a distance Words do not describe reality Reality is not as they say Life is funny One moment it flows then everything stops Changes course And […] … More Just when she thought she was complying she raged and broke — TheFeatheredSleep