I can hear them in my head, the voices. They’re everywhere inside and outside of me. I can feel them in me, taking control and never letting go. So much like the shadows only they hold no comfort for me. They torment me; inside they make it hard to breath, to cry, to do anything… Continue reading The voices’
Tag: laughter
Down with the Sickness
I felt myself falling to my knees, the crack of my bone on the stone floor seemed distant in my ears compared with the laughter I heard coming from the figure in front of me. Kylan stood before me, I knew that if I looked up I would see his perfectly sculpted face, black eyes… Continue reading Down with the Sickness
Social Anxiety
Pure love takes off sky high. Twisted at the roots, it unravels. Blind hatred crawling deeper, deeper under your skin. You smile, playing it cool, but you know you are slowly going crazy. You become nervous, breaking out in a sweat, yet you continue to smile. Fidgeting with a pencil, it slips out of your… Continue reading Social Anxiety
Lost
Bleeding heart bloody hands Tears of laughter tears of joy? I dont know I’m so annoyed Am I here Or am I near? I dont know I think I’m lost Knife in right hand rope in left hand thinking what to do Kill myself fast Or let myself sufur I want to die more than… Continue reading Lost
Too much, too fast
Parties are supposed to be fun, right? You hang out with a whole bunch of friends, drink, listen to music, and screw around for hours. That’s what Brandi thought as she climbed in to her boyfriend’s car. She had been dating Adrian for a week now, and was still trying to find her ‘comfort’ spot… Continue reading Too much, too fast
Worser Things Than Shadows
I do not know what is going on. The curtains…the walls. Somebody is knocking in the walls ! And the air ! It is so chill… It all started one night. I was sitting in couch watching TV, in my apartment, on the highest story. Soon, I became very sleepy. I closed my eyes and… Continue reading Worser Things Than Shadows
Good Night Dad
Jake sat at the edge of his bed, his hair cut military short to comply with his fathers wishes. He did what ever he could to prevent his father’s fists. That meant doing his best to keep on his good side; this wasnt enough all the time. Sometimes just the alcohol mixed with his presence… Continue reading Good Night Dad
Chilblained Spirit
Dark and deep alone I will sit, within the cell I have created for me. The chains, wither the flesh about my joints, and make me curse each passing day. So alone,
A trip to heaven
* I know pretty much everyone on this site writes dark stuff, but have any of you thought about writing something more…. bright i guess you could say? I thought about it, and i came up with this. Hope you like it, alll comments welcome!”
Repetitive Laughter.
Everyday is the same. The same prejudice. People throw insults. My laughter rumbles down the corridor.