zaratariq93

Pity those who throw knives at your back, for you've developed steel armor, and they're left with porcelain skin, and broken knives.

It slowly crept into my head at first just a small whisper easily forgotten easily pushed aside but it did not stay this way oh how it grew and became stronger it only took one time to listen to its words and it held me in its grips with no promises of ever letting go this creature only promised death although my therapist calls it depression i call it a horrible creature with little room to escape -B.D. 10:18 PM 11/24/2014

Worthless. Pointless. Less than nothing. This is the end? Dare I disagree How can it end if it never began? A wasted life, a wasted existence Such a withered husk to ever be called a man. Is the thought of happiness so hard to bear? Dare I ask for peace and friendship before my end? Never, for it should be hard to find peace and friendship When I've no one I can honestly call a friend. My time is coming with the click of the hammer. My finger on the trigger, a bead of sweat on my face, The muzzle of the gun is pointing between my eyes, Ready to leave forever this horrible place. Final is the world beyond my gaze Nobody will miss me, know

I am waiting, waiting for it to go away. The gnawing in my brain, the endless mania that never stops, never rests in it's presistance to drive me closer to the bottom of insanity. Can I turn it off this time? Can I smile and be the pretty girl with everything figured out? Will it crush me this time? Because I am drowning in the loneliness of my monsters creation. How can you love me if I won't let you? There is nothing left in me that's good. Where do I hide from this? Because my only salvation has fled. The alternatives while effective will feed a starving beast, and rising from that pit the familiar jaws of consumption will rise and I

You can look everywhere But you won't find it You can listen carefully But you can't hear it I know it's somewhere I know it's there But I'm unable to reach Peace