no hope no hope no hope.And I read this over and over again.More Like This
Thinking that no matter how hard things get-
I'm not compromising anything.
No matter how much I want to get up and quit and relieve myself of these burdens, I can't help but tremble under the weight of my cross. Refusing to be crushed.
Grinding my teeth and spitting profanities and screaming how much harder I'll work and show everyone that I'm a dignified human being.
No matter how many dirty looks I get, no matter how many people want to see me break into pieces and set me on fire, I keep my chin up only because of that gigantic and irremovable wedge that's stuck there between my collarbone and my neck.
I have no choice in the matter, it's just who I am.
It's why I stopped cutting, it's why I grew up so damn fast.
It's why I yell and scream and carry on no matter how many people hate or love me for it.
No, I'm not wearing any fucking masks for my peers anymore. I'm not acting a certain way because you all expect me to.
I am myself, down to my very
11:11Silently, she lay there listening to the clockMore Like This
As it slowly ticks time away
Around the hands go.
She'd had a hectic day.
For a breif moment, the hands struck 11:11
And inaudibly, she made a wish.
She wished for love;
She wished for peace,
But most of all, she wished
That at once her heart would cease.
But 11:11 wishes will never come true.
or will they?