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Some times in life crap is thrown your way, struggling just to make it through the day, a weight on your chest as you wake, fighting just to not slit your wrist and call it quits.
But this is not the end, no this is just where it all begins, your just coming around the bend, getting back up and trying again. Ill help brush the pieces back together, with our backs against the wall, never will I let you fall.
So familiarized with what taking this pill is like, lost your light, lost your fight, and feel like taking your own life, cause this strife is pushing on the knife's edge, of an abyss that literally only begins but never ends.
As the abyss stares into your eyes, you die a little inside for each second you stare into the insanity where it lies, you cry as the night bites at the edges of your sight. But at the height of your pain, you fall over the edge of abyss in vain.
In the abyss you search for a bliss that only the dead can experience. But as you fade in to the mist something latches on to your wrist. With a match in my hand I pull you back on land.
Standing in the night saying everything is alright, with a smile on my lips I flick my wrist and send the lit match in to that abyss.
It catches ablaze, lighting the night in a beautiful haze, we stand above the flames with relief in your gaze as it slowly burns away at your feet, in a searing heat that chases away the grief. The night is turned to dawn, as the cries of the past are burned away at last.
As the flames lick at the night, I stand in the burning blights and say with a smile on my face as the past is lay to waste.
"Come along, come with me because i got what you need, I provide just enough light to trudge through the darkness, to proceed, to succeed, come with me and i wont steer you wrong."
"Through the night, through the storm, i carry your torch, to light,to the fight, trust in me and i wont steer you wrong."
"In the fight to the light, we have so many struggles, in the hate, you want to break, but ill help you stand as you shake, and I wont steer you wrong."
"Through the haze, through the craze, we trudge through it all, in hope to succeed, we fight through the storm. Take my light, if your is gone as long you struggle on, put your faith in me and i wont steer you wrong."
"You want to die, and i won't lie , life is a storm, never ending in its blight but ill help you weather it with this light. Put your trust put your faith, in me is hard, yes i know but i wont steer you wrong. So just listen to my song."
But this is not the end, no this is just where it all begins, your just coming around the bend, getting back up and trying again. Ill help brush the pieces back together, with our backs against the wall, never will I let you fall.
So familiarized with what taking this pill is like, lost your light, lost your fight, and feel like taking your own life, cause this strife is pushing on the knife's edge, of an abyss that literally only begins but never ends.
As the abyss stares into your eyes, you die a little inside for each second you stare into the insanity where it lies, you cry as the night bites at the edges of your sight. But at the height of your pain, you fall over the edge of abyss in vain.
In the abyss you search for a bliss that only the dead can experience. But as you fade in to the mist something latches on to your wrist. With a match in my hand I pull you back on land.
Standing in the night saying everything is alright, with a smile on my lips I flick my wrist and send the lit match in to that abyss.
It catches ablaze, lighting the night in a beautiful haze, we stand above the flames with relief in your gaze as it slowly burns away at your feet, in a searing heat that chases away the grief. The night is turned to dawn, as the cries of the past are burned away at last.
As the flames lick at the night, I stand in the burning blights and say with a smile on my face as the past is lay to waste.
"Come along, come with me because i got what you need, I provide just enough light to trudge through the darkness, to proceed, to succeed, come with me and i wont steer you wrong."
"Through the night, through the storm, i carry your torch, to light,to the fight, trust in me and i wont steer you wrong."
"In the fight to the light, we have so many struggles, in the hate, you want to break, but ill help you stand as you shake, and I wont steer you wrong."
"Through the haze, through the craze, we trudge through it all, in hope to succeed, we fight through the storm. Take my light, if your is gone as long you struggle on, put your faith in me and i wont steer you wrong."
"You want to die, and i won't lie , life is a storm, never ending in its blight but ill help you weather it with this light. Put your trust put your faith, in me is hard, yes i know but i wont steer you wrong. So just listen to my song."
Literature
Morning
The same morning ritual.
Coffee.
Make bed.
Coffee.
Check email.
Coffee.
Escitalopram, ten milligrams.
Lamotrigine, fifty milligrams.
Sodium valproate, one thousand milligrams.
Toast, multigrain bread, peanut butter.
Repeat every day.
Literature
Caution: War Zone
The ammo, thoughts
The artillery, our fists.
He said, she said
We said, they.
Our swords are drawn for battle
Our notions, preconceived.
We bear ill will for all that we believe
Nothing is solved.
We'll hang for any crime
The true offender runs free.
We weep for the sins of others
As we too commit them.
Our darkest days
The ones our eyes shine the brightest.
This is a war zone
And no one is innocent.
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In the pretext of sleep
In the pretext of sleep, my mind wanders even though I am physically exhausted. I can feel the dull ache of my tiring body slowly cooling down and relaxing. Surely, my conscious realizes that it’s time to be resting my body. The second this thought of rest arrives, it is rudely interrupted by the overwhelming thoughts of the wandering mind. I can feel my thoughts ranging from the tiniest of incidents that happened throughout the day, to my deepest insecurities. The worst part about this entire charade is that its intensity gets more when I’m the most spent physically. I guess its just a part and parcel of being an introverted over
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I absolutely love this! ♥♥