

Down in a hole.I was down in a hole, Fighting with no one.Down in a hole.
Getting the shit kicked out of me. Still fighting with no one.
I was scratching the high walls till my fingers bled. But still I was fighting with no one.
I then collapsed on the hardened dirt floor in a pool of my blood, I felt a kick to the ribs. Still I was fighting no one.
I open my eyes and waited for the last sharp blow. Fading fast, My breath drew shallow.
Screams of terror surged from my last breath. Because I had caught a glimpse of my own face in the face of death.


Taking Back What's MineTake back what’s mine So I don’t give up my way of coping Because crying and purging are more (Socially) appropriate Acceptable. I’m proud of the flags I fly Cut into ribbons on my arms andTaking Back What's Mine
Legs and everywhere inside that I’ve been
Betrayed. Where it makes you uncomfortable To see the physical trauma (you have no idea what lies beneath) Ouch. Endorphin rush. I crave it. But going back may not – At best; I can seldom forget What else can I say? To you Who are my one and only (Whether you know it or not) Holding my han
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"A mind is like a parachute. It doesnt work if it's not open." -Frank Zappa
Neways some people shouldn't break their computers. Eh???
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*those who never leave my side*
cassiejo123, fallingintograce, onewingedangel, trashcanpunk (although he has left DA), and disturbedathena. If you feel you deserve a place on this list, prove it to me.
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*those who never leave my side*
cassiejo123, fallingintograce, onewingedangel, trashcanpunk (although he has left DA), and disturbedathena. If you feel you deserve a place on this list, prove it to me.
Member Of:
poetrycafe
happy holidays
Hiya!!
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''That which we manifest is before us...''
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