I discovered this site when I was just barely 15. I craved attention and begged for it in all the wrong ways as you may notice that in my earlier writing. I took a break from this site for a while as I needed to recollect myself and piece my broken parts back together. I was depressed and a good lot of it was self-inflicted. I'm happy now -- the past is in the past (for the most part). I remember my pain, but I put it in it's place. It no longer controls me. I am in control of me. I have my moments of weakness where I fall back in to old ways, but I suppose it happens to us all. I love writing, however I don't participate in it as often as I would like to. I'm not a birlliant writer and I don't pretend to be. I do not write for other people, it is a personal release. I share my writing with others because I believe that it is important to express my emotions in case there is by chance someone else out there who may be similar to me. I'm passionate about my writing, it's sacred to me. I don't mind constructive criticisms, I'll take them with an open mind. I've been a member of this site for a few years now and I still feel like I belong here. I'm a simple girl, but I still manage to be high maintenance. I love to love, but oh God how I hate love. Friends are good, but they're not as valuable as I used to imagine, they come, and typically, they all go, too. It's the nature of life. I love this place, it has become a source of comfort to me. -- |
As the world faded away from me
And as I lost my grip on faith...
Misconceptions ring about silent ears that lay...
Staring into broken woods, unsure if reality has...
Begin your sentence with the words of betrayal, I...
When I suffer from reckless oblivion, I'll pretend...
I am entangled in these thoughts of forever
Knowing blindly how controlling they seemed at the...
Those eyes did penetrate every fiber of a once...
To those that cannot unravel the allusion behind...
I count down the hours with each of my tears,
It's been days since I've felt a dry cheek...
We all think;
"Oh God, not me, I could never ..."...
How do you find the words
To express the emotion...
Each staggered breath is a fleeting memory,
A moment that could not sustain...
When in doubt, I run
I hide inside my head...
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"Don't aim a gun at someone if you're not willing to pull the trigger." |