DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
reveal yourselfIt's taken me all this timereveal yourself7 months ago in Scraps More Like This
to realize that
the flowers in your hair
were actually weeds,
and your promises
were already broken
before you made them.
In the interests of transparencyIt's clear to seeIn the interests of transparency1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
that I'm as fragile
as glass -
and every time
that you look through me;
I crack up.
AnxietyPlease understand I didn't choose to be this way,Anxiety3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I try my best to succeed everyday,
Your support is needed,
It's invaluable to me,
Please don't give up,
Just help me on my way,
Reassure me my path is right,
Reassure me you love me tight.
I can climb mountains with you,
Saying no hurts me equally as much as you,
An inner war tears my soul apart,
I hate the way I am just as much as you do,
The brain is my biggest enemy,
Fight its thoughts,
Beat it down,
Give me support,
And we can do this.
Invisibletake a deep breathe and count to ten .Invisible2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
what just happened ... will never happen again .
your hands start to tremble; the sink is cold .
you tell yourself you are strong; you are bold .
don't look in the mirror and stare .
this isn't right ... this isn't fair .
don't think about it too much, or you'll go insane .
tears and blood make their way down the drain .
what just happened ... to me ?
why do you feel so gross and dirty ?
feeling so worthless and wasted .
so unloved , abandoned, and tasted .
having given them everything, every part .
why did they turn, and break your heart ?
shattering every piece, leave you broken .
every sense of joy and pride ... forgotten .
you thought you could trust them .
instead they left their black and blue emblem .
so take a deep breath and count to ten .
what just happened ... will never happen again .
you're safe now; stay with me
you're safe now ... stay with me
suck up your tears, and act your age .
you're not some animal, in some cage .
hold it in,
my sunGo along the street,my sun2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Snow is falling,
But not just outside...
I´m freezing inside,
My heart is freezing...
My sun went away,
And don´t rises up anymore...
And took my hope...
I fall down,
Crying at the ground,
At leastYou were there when I slippedAt least2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Something inside just skipped
The ground fell from beneath me
And I fell into the sea
My world dimmed and numbness set in
Water choked me and I forgot how to swim
My body got cold
And death had a hold
But you were there underneath me
You were where you needed to be
Your breath kept me warm
You made me glad I was born
I felt your heart beat
And finally found my feet
Maybe I'm not strong
But at least I have you to help me along
silence.I am a man of many deaths.silence.5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
It is why I sit on this stone in the land of death. Or rather, the land of corpses and caskets. Of harrowing nightmares and buckets of sorrow.
Oh, who am I kidding?
It is the most wonderful place on this planet. It is a place where lucky ones can get some true sleep. It is where I sit now and wait to be carried away, only to be refused.
So I sit. And wait.
It was only ten years ago that I first discovered the beauty of listening. Can you hear it?
It's a song that I long to hear on those nights when my head is a troubled sea spilling into my room. That is quite something to clean up, let me tell you. I must wash those images from my ceiling, the walls, as I topple out of bed and try not to spill my thoughts all over the floor. It is too hard for me to collect them again.
But if you really listen
You can hear her laugh.
Some people laugh like bells. Others, like cows. I am thankful that she is not of the latter, but I
To Be ThinYour eyelashes fallTo Be Thin1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
on tablecloth cheekbones;
fine, white linen,
to an unsustainable point.
Your tears spill
and stain the cloth,
of grey, of grey,
spoiling that unattainable dream.
how i am lovedhold my waist like an urn,how i am loved4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
no questions asked.
wings folded like oil under the covers.
still me, love.
i don't want to move.
move me, love.
i want you still.
sand - art.