04-09-2012, 06:24 AM
Hippidy hip hip.
My father is pissing me off real good tonight :/
I wish that the desire would go away, I again caved last night to the desire. I felt like a hand was squeezing my very existance out of me. It felt like my air ways were swelling because I had a very hard time breathing. I so deprately wanted to scream and cry but no words or tears fell. I wanted it to end, the thoughts of pills, driving the scissors deep into my wrists. I wanted the feeling of weightlessness to disappear, and take the feeling like a million pounds along with it.
What fucking more can you take from me!? You've taken my godamn will try in school, you've sapped just about every ounce of energy I have left, but I still somehow defy you in keeping a small bit. Reserved for me when I need it. You've taken my compassion, my tenderness, my will to be nice and care. Or is it I am stronger and buried it so far down you can't reach it? What kind of monster beats a person when they already lie beaten and crush? Will you please stop or finally take my will to breath.
But what I do know is the monster. Me. I've always known but never been able to put my finger on it until last night. I don't mean to... It just happens before I can think about it or what I am doing. How do I stop it? I can't help but soak up all the saddness, anger, hatred, sorrow, guilt, pain, and everything in between them. Am I trying to break myself under the weight and pressure? If so, when will I break or if I have why do I continue to do it? I just don't know. I don't get it, this hollowness. The echos inside my body and the phantom voices that dance around my head...
My father is pissing me off real good tonight :/
I wish that the desire would go away, I again caved last night to the desire. I felt like a hand was squeezing my very existance out of me. It felt like my air ways were swelling because I had a very hard time breathing. I so deprately wanted to scream and cry but no words or tears fell. I wanted it to end, the thoughts of pills, driving the scissors deep into my wrists. I wanted the feeling of weightlessness to disappear, and take the feeling like a million pounds along with it.
What fucking more can you take from me!? You've taken my godamn will try in school, you've sapped just about every ounce of energy I have left, but I still somehow defy you in keeping a small bit. Reserved for me when I need it. You've taken my compassion, my tenderness, my will to be nice and care. Or is it I am stronger and buried it so far down you can't reach it? What kind of monster beats a person when they already lie beaten and crush? Will you please stop or finally take my will to breath.
But what I do know is the monster. Me. I've always known but never been able to put my finger on it until last night. I don't mean to... It just happens before I can think about it or what I am doing. How do I stop it? I can't help but soak up all the saddness, anger, hatred, sorrow, guilt, pain, and everything in between them. Am I trying to break myself under the weight and pressure? If so, when will I break or if I have why do I continue to do it? I just don't know. I don't get it, this hollowness. The echos inside my body and the phantom voices that dance around my head...