Damaged goods.

Sadistic pessimist with long claws, sharp teeth, eyes made of diamonds and black is my heart. This will only wear you down.

[i-long-for-darkness]

I’m back with what’s kept me away; It grips like iron A bite of the poison snake A wound, unhealed...

Some people think that I'm losing my mind I hate to agree                   

[i-long-for-darkness]

Different than the others. Fitting in doesn't work well.

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You are not living, until you hurt You can't be alive, if all you know is comfort.

[i-long-for-darkness]

The sight of these bruises Don't make me quit, But fuel me to teach myself Why I should.    

[i-long-for-darkness]

ADHD:

Easily distracted

Forgetful

Day dreamer

Verbally impulsive

Easy upset

Bipolar:

Insomnia

Aggression

Irritable

Sad

Low energy

Anxiety:

Back pain

Loss of color

Red face

Body shakes

Change in body temp.

Chest pain

Exhaustion

Problems talking

Light headed

Numbness of hands and feet

Startled easily

Sweating

Weight loss/gain

[i-long-for-darkness]

It’s okay. It only hurts a lot.

[i-long-for-darkness]

I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name. 

[i-long-for-darkness]

Just like water, demons take the shape of their container.            

[i-long-for-darkness]

My eyes are dull, do I really look well?

[i-long-for-darkness]

There's demons inside my mind trying to escape. It's giving me a Headache.

[i-long-for-darkness]

I don’t care if human beings are scary. Most days, I forget I am one. Unfeeling happiness, no taste buds for a sip of bliss, a crooked grin, yet real emotions don't exist.           

[i-long-for-darkness]

If only.

If only we could scribe all pain into words, pencil to paper, suffering could be erased, and writing would truly heal.

[i-long-for-darkness]

If this feeling is drowning then I just hope I never breathe again.            

[i-long-for-darkness]

When you're so unwanted that even your thoughts choose  to exit your company.            

[i-long-for-darkness]

To some people, it’s called breathing. To me, it’s called inhaling poison, Which drenches my lungs and sinks into my bones And melts into my mind. To some people, it’s called anxiety. To me, it’s called an unbearable shakiness in my soul The nervousness preventing me from ever escaping This disease in my heart. To some people, it’s called living. To me, it’s called never being able to run away. Never being able to truly go, truly leave. To me, it’s called being caught in a nightmare, While struggling to dream. Chasing a mystery with no solution. Escaping your own sanity to reach more sanity, Freeing yourself from your happiness to find more happiness. To some people, it’s called life. To me? There’s no such thing.            

[i-long-for-darkness]

Silent and without words... Lonely as a shadow without sun My inside feels empty and shallow I feel alone in my world A world I am unable to share I feel apart from their world Their world, I cannot live in Here I stand, in between Feeling lost at sea What is it that I seek?            

[i-long-for-darkness]

"It's awfully lonely being this scary." Says the monster..