

Ancient NightmareFingers grip soil Dirty face breaks through Gasping for air Make this stop It shouldn't be happening Ancient nightmares still alive And kicking Pulling legs fromAncient Nightmare
Long forgotten holes Dug into mountain tops Dragging limbs Numb and cold Lack of blood Flowing Make this stop It couldn't be happening Ancient nightmares still alive


TortureIce blue wild flowers eating my existence Flowing into the rivers Of generic thoughtTorture
You're right. I take things to far Call myself more them I am. But you know my secrets now don't you? Know more of me then I do
I would tell you anything as either friend or lover I would tell you anything. Anything you wanted to know.
I would find the answers buried Or right in front of your nose I would find the answers I will come prepared.


Sights.Your car looks like a toasterSights.
and your toaster is idling noisily outside Mexican gardeners are riding golf carts around the 18 and you are just sitting there with your vinyl dick in her mouth.
The neighbor is smoking cigarettes like chain link fences with his cat,
talking like a baby as she finishes and you grimace, fogging the windows with your sharp exhalation of breath.
She licks her lips and you button your pants looking over
I turn a page and you
drive
away.


Stop.Stop. I want you to stop what you are doing.Stop.
I mean really stop.
Not just pause, stop using your hands, and make it look like you're paying attention,
while in your mind you're thinking about
what to do next. I mean Stop. Now Look. I want you to look at me. I mean really look. Not at the me you remember,
or the one you think you know. Don't look at me and see what you want to, Do not overlook my flaws and pretend they don't exist. Look.
Now
Listen. I want you to listen to me. I mean really listen. No


LifelineI'm sitting here in silence. Pain is tempting me again. Feelings of Numbness grows inside me. I really want to start again.Lifeline
I Want to feel something else, numbness won't settle anymore. I'm waiting for my feelings to come around, I...
Need to hear your voice. You're my only way to stop. I wish you could help me stop it, help me end it all, When i see the bloodspatter on the wall.
Emotions still fading, Numbness takes control. This feeling of never ending depression, I'm desperate for something more!
Stop myself for mutilation,
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Hannah: *confused* But, Jesus doesn't have a penis!
Donnie: I would fight a rabid hyena for your vagina!
Sarai (me): There comes a moment when you know you are going to fall, but at the same moment you know you have to fall to survive it.
uhhh me and my mate... i said a few things.... we split... i hurt him... i hate hurting people... particularly those i love deeply..
my choice... i didnt make it this time... cause he said its ok... he made it alright....
but ive done bad things in the past... as referanced in the poem.... the two times i 'went looking for Death' both times i faild... both times i was spat on and grounded back into Life.
thankyou for offering to listen... i really appreciate it
yeah... i know... i know id be screwed without help
best example: im a teenage mum.. yeah i want to be able to do it all by myself... but id be stuffed without mum to help me. it amazes me that some teenage mums get kicked out of home and all... and then still manage to be a great mum.
people can be great... i could never be like that
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"We were made to fight and fuck and talk and fight again."
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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