Bound at every limb by my shackles of fear
Sealed with lies through so many tears
Lost from within, pursuing the end
I fight for the chance to be lied to again

I guess I should speak up for myself
But I really think its better this way
The more you suffer
The more it shows you really care
Right?

Crawling through this world as disease flows ( Read more... )

Somebody get me out of here, I'm tearing at myself ( Read more... )

And after it happened all I could think about was everything that had ever happened between us. Every inside joke, every fight, every make up, every dance...the list is endless and they were playing through my head like a film. I couldn't move or eat or sleep. I hurt so badly emotionally that it was a physical pain. I could literally feel my heart ( Read more... )

"I dont know how long it was before I saw her. She didn't look much like herself..sweaty and maybe a little drunk, but I would have known her anywhere. It was everybody else who always liked to think she was gone for good ( Read more... )

First, you have your outside self. The self who eats breakfast, talks to people, goes to school..that sort of stuff. Second, you have the other you; the real you. The one who wakes up in the middle of the night in a panic. The one who feels like she's on the other side of a mirror, watching everybody else. The one who stares at something like her ( Read more... )

"..Her eyes closed as she surrendered herself to the moment. Suddenly, everything she was afraid of, every fear and terror in her life, was gone for one perfect, impossible instant ( Read more... )

ONE: You're going to get over it

TWO: How did you get over it? How long did it take?

ONE: I dont know, sometimes it still hurts. You know how it is. You wake up every day and it hurts a little bit less. And the funny thing it, this is kind of wierd, but it's like you almost miss the pain.

TWO: You miss the pain??

ONE: Yeah, for the same reason ( Read more... )

Last night I had a break down, when I looked the mirror I realized, I didn't even recognize the person I'd become. The hair, make-up, clothes. None of this was me...it was like some strange dream, But the wierdest part of it all was that for the past few months or so, I'd been so numb to any feeling that right then when I gazed in to that mirror at ( Read more... )

...And then I begin to panic. My heart races, my breathing speeds up, my body tenses and the scariest part of it all is that I dont know why. I'm sure it could be a million things but I just cant figure it out. It's like today, I was just sitting in class and then all of the sudden I was scared to death; paranoid. I can't explain it...the extreme ( Read more... )

"The darkness troubles me. I yearn for the light. This silence is so deep. I long for voices ( Read more... )