Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm just going threw stuff. It'll be short. I'm sorry.
Enjoy the next confession.
Xx byee for now.
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I've fallen. I'm back in the deepest and darkest part of my mind. The voices laugh at my useless efforts of escaping.
It's hard to breathe. I feel like I'm choking on my own life, my own sorrow. I will not give into that silver metal brush that will paint my skin. But it's becoming hard.
I'm finding it hard to hold on. But I am grateful for my friends that are giving me their hands to clasp on to and pull myself back up from the endless pit of dark. Thank you my friends. You are beautiful.
Loud music of the emotional singer gives me an escape and inspiration.
I'm not letting that monster behind a mask of peace take me away. Suicide, I will not give in.
Words pile in my mind, ready to flow from my fingers or mouth. But I give you this.
If I don't want to hurt someone but I'm not scared of harming myself, what does that make me?
Help. Mind of voices. Mind of dark. Mind of depth...
-LW
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Emotional Shorts
RandomThis is just a book of what I want to write down. I put it on here hoping it could help others see that their not alone. I would not call them stories or poems. Just thoughts that get stuck in my head for the day, or even just a scene I wish to add...
