EntertainmentI want to keep laughingEntertainment
But I can't keep from crying
The world keeps on spinning
I feel like I'm dieing
My heart keeps pounding
My insides are freezing
My mind is breaking
No one is helping
MAKE THE WORLD QUIT SPINNING
ConformityI blend into society. I conform. Not because I want to. But because I can't bring myself to care.Conformity
Some might argue that this means I'm different. I'm unique. I suppose they're right. But that still doesn't mean I care.
It's easier to become part of the background. I lurk. I hear all the whispers and lies. It's just something to pass the time.
I've heard everything there is to say. I know. But if you ask I won't tell you. Because you don't really care.
EverythingEverything.Everything
Everything I've dreamed. Everything I've ever felt. It now seems so empty. My hopes and goals. All that I wanted to accomplish. It's nothing.
I'm okay.
Everyone's gone. They're still there physically. But there is a wall. No one crosses it. The barrier is never broken. I don't exist.
Really, I'm okay.
I'm dead. Mentally, of course. A shell is all that's left. I don't think anymore. I don't feel anything. It's useless.
I'm okay. I promise.
Help?
| Just so no one freaks out, calls me emo, or gets in contact with some "suicide help facility," I'd like to let everyone know I'm completely sane and actually a very happy person! But at night when I have time to actually think instead of being in a zombie like state during the day, I get creative. And then I get creepy. And then I begin to type my thoughts out and arrange them into crappy literature/poems. But I'm completely normal. And I'll make an actual ID later. |
I am naught but a writing account.
Guilty
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