Inuyashalover26

Giant ball of hurt, sugar coated with love, Set up to gather its most innocent in it's glove, It doesn't hurt until it won't you let go, Try to lick yourself free but decide to lie low, Its bittersweet taste lingers, Gripping you with its web-like fingers, The screams start to come into focus, You can't get yourself out with some hocus pocus, But there are those luckier than the rest, I guess you could call them blessed, But in this cruel web of desire, with the bittersweet symphony playing for all to hear, There remains too much to fear, So they crawl away, So for this their pains and fears shall be weighed. This is the life we all live...

Stress is a common emotion, problems causing so much commotion, I am tired of it all, sometimes I just wish I'd fall. Everything goes bad eventually, I feel as we have absolutely no ally, I want to escape from it but I can't, suicide is a shan't. It surprises me how I still have the will to live, desperately wanting to thrive, happy moments or days no longer last, all memories sour especially of the past. Why can't I move on fear ties me down, if a thrown for the weak was I'd wear its crown, a break is what I need, I write this as a plead. Let me rest, I hate to be a pest, but its getting hard to want to live, I am about to hand my life i

Don't hate the player hate the game, a simple excuse to avoid blame, when in reality its all the same, void of the tiniest of shame. How can a person be so easily forgiven, to sympathy we were driven, how unquestionably this was given, don't even kid they are unforgiven.   Sad really to be forced to put a happy face, not even allowed any grace, I have done this too often to erase, desperately wanting a hiding place. Indescribably a new kind of pain, how frequently felt to be in chain, pleading to be slain, to not live with this again.....

My Second Mother There from the very beginning to watch me grow, To spoil me rotten this I know, To teach me right from wrong, Even to encourage me not to play beer pong!! We’ve had our laughs and plenty of fun, We’ve had our birthday phone calls at the rising of the sun, For sure I know you have been there for me, Always and forever now I see! I will always think of you as a mother, For there is no other, As perfect and wonderful as you, You treated me as your own too. I am glad to have you by my side, I love having you as a guide, But today I ask you spoil yourself, Treat oneself! Happy Birthday Ma, be happy and carefree toda

My Sister Who is there for you when you need to talk? When you need to find a hot guy to stalk, When you are lost and need an explanation, You can always count on her for some regular interrogation, You can always count in her to help with some extra hard project, You can always count on her to help find a special object, To lend a hand when you fall, After she’s done laughing and all. You must be describing a sister, I recognize this because I have the best one, mister, She’s funny, She’s as sweet as “hunny”, She’s twice as good as yours buddy, She’s always there to help me study! Oh yes, for her I

I found myself typing in something I am afraid I might have, I shut my eyes, afraid of what is in store. Gathering the courage I see the symptoms, I begin to sob quietly and shake, I see the symptoms match mine fairly well. I see what I really am now, I am in disbelief, I am depressed

I know how it feels to fear everything, I know how it feels to be broken, physically and mentally, I know how it feels to hate yourself, I know how it feels to beg for forgiveness, I know how it feels to feel guilty of everything, I know how it feels to be a burden, I know how it feels to act happy so you don't have to explain, I know how it feels to not know why you feel like this, I know how it feels to be in need of a break, I know how it feels to be surrounded by memories, I know how it feels to not feel good enough for anyone or anything, I know how it feels to always wear a mask, I know how it feels to hate your reflection in the mirror