White HeatWhite lights In the hospital. I feel so sickWhite Heat
And fragile. While I lay in the dark You stripped the walls Taking away all evidence of me. Like threads slowly coming undone For a few hours I was gone.
While I trembled You unraveled the pieces of my life. You buried words and poetry Broke the strands of atmosphere And erased my memory.
While my soul crept into quiet death You let my fingerprints drip away – The wall was white and empty As you lay me down in boxes; A quiet burial in cardboard decay.
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DissociativeI wake and stare into the blackness of myself hands searching in the darkness staring into the space where my face must be. Every breath is an echo of myself from far away and the fear seeps into the back of my head, a mindless panic. My body is alien. A living thing without a heartbeat or a soul. And the touch of my skin frightens me - it's cold and strange in the dark. I can feel my flesh disappearing into itself; a soft, slow collapse, like quicksand and it makes me violently sick. Ragged breaths sink into my veins, to sleep. and I feel so peaceful, so readDissociative
A Rose by Any Other NameIn a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.A Rose by Any Other Name
Shame comes in waves. It’s not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeon’s hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. It’s just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, g
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~ "You were created to love and be loved. You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you're part of a bigger story. You need to know that your life matters" ~
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"L'amour n'est pas une appropriation.Le seul véritable amour est l'amour dans lequel ce que j'aime en une personne,ce n'est pas ce qu'on en voit,sa beauté,son intelligence,mais ce qu'elle attend de l'existence,et que je voudrais combler"- Nicolas Grimaldi
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Violence isn't the answer to many thing. It's just the answer to most things! And If it doesn't work. Your not using enough!
Creature Feature Pwns SlipKnot!
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I just lost the game.
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I'm a hug-aholic.....give me more hugs!!!
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I want to ride my bicycle!
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I want to ride my bicycle!
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I wAnNA WatCH aS iT aLl FAdEs aWay
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