Dreamer9431

Beauty in Life Is beauty in Hell Walking through this tunnel Of nameless faces And dying whispers Struggling to push the body foward Relish in these times With the sharp ground under the feet The thick sweat coating of face and body The smell of the air stinging with every new breath This tunnel is long and dark Lit dimly By the fireflies of imagination Walking to an unknown For reward Or sentencing Every step a knew cut More blood lost More sweat beeding down the face Into the eyes Making it harder to see The very clothes worn seem to be getting heavy Posture is failing Growing weaker With every hopeful step The fire

I miss you And I know I shouldn't I avoid you Because I know, given the chance you wouldn't I hate you For making me weak I love you For making me whole I want you Because you made everything beautiful I need you Because I have lost myself I seek you For I have lost my way I feel you If I only had the strength to stay I envy you For moving on But being honest... This is my swan song.

So last night I was holding a gun in my mouth and right before I pulled the trigger I thought: "Oh wait. I have an essay due soon. I should probably work on that." LOL

I hate that I can't dream

No one broke me, except you.

I am Zackery's loneliness I am the one who is there when no one else is I am the one who scrapes his brain when there is complete silence Silence is our unfortunate friend He is the one that makes us think Think of the past, present, and future I am his one and only I am the one he comes home too after a long hard day I am the one who comforts him in the cold breath of winter's night I am the one who is there when he begins to feel the light of happiness He sleeps with me and keeps me warm And I am the one who keeps him torn Where would he be without me? Happy? Ignorant? Blissful? That will not do He is mine Mine to hold and

I am Zackery's Anxiety. I linger in the back of his brain every single day. It doesn't take much to remind him that I'm always watching. I'm always there. A crowd of people. A person's name. A memory. The future. The past. I flair up just for the fuck of it. It's pretty amazing, the grip I have around his throat and heart. What will I do to him today? Make it seem as if though he is having a heart attack? Or constrict his air flow as if he was suddenly in the vacuum of space? He is my toy. Like a beaten dog in the street he whimpers and cries at each kick I administer him. He may think he has me undercontrol for a time. But I am always th

I am Zackery's confusion. I'm not sure of what to make of my world right now. An endless array of emotions, decisions, and conflict. How do I make sense of Zackery's mind? Where will it take us next? How long will it keep us there? Together we live in a world of too many questions and not enough answers. I am but one source of his anxiety and depression. I wish our world was more transparent, so I can become a source of his resolution. Who shall I allow him to listen to? Who really has his best interests at heart? Is it even himself? Hopefully one day we'll get answers we search desperately for day in and day out. But until then, I will

One Beautiful voice can silence everything

I can't stop shaking Every breath grows faster and faster More painful then the last Where am i? What's happening to me? What am I doing here? Hands going numb Legs start to tremble Need to sit down Can't think straight Mind slipping Scared Very. very. scared I don't know what to do Do I ask for help? Who would help me? Would they look at me different? That I'm weak? Am i? Maybe. Need to think. What helps? Pain. Physical I need my comfort Where is it? In the cupboard? In the drawer? I can't move. Legs stopped working I can't feel pass my ankle I'm getting more and more scared Breathing getting faster I can't ge