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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@princesswasteofspace
My bed, my grave
The love for silver
“I miss how easy things were as a child. Happy, outgoing, careless, free and wild. I miss how a tiny little nap could fix all my problems. Little did i know that when i grew older I would write pain in my arms.
Before, I was afraid of being in the dark with the monsters. But now I am afraid of myself, because I am the the monster. I still search for monsters beneath my bed, but never the mirror.
I am a living skeleton, with flesh as little as sausage skin. With death in my heart and empty eyes that scream help. A sip of alcohol that slips between my lips, a boy lays his hand on my hip. I accept the love i think i deserve.
And i never really found out what it meant to make love. Because all I ever did was lay there with so high heart speed that i wish my heart wasn’t beating. Trying to wash away the pain, but the filth will never go away.
I will forever write in silver to see the slightest color in my life. Because i know the pain is here to stay.
I am depression’s wife.”
- Princess Waste Of Space
Behind the mask
“You see lines I see scars, Dreaming of being hit by cars.
You see the light and live with hapiness, While i can’t remember a life without darkness.
I can’t stop these thoughts inside, and there’s no one to help me by my side.
The thought of being social makes anxious, but seeing my friends with others makes me jealous.
Be a good actress and keep the mask on, you just have to be strong and hold on.
I know you want to cry, curl up and hide, because you just want to stop this hell of a ride.
I know it’s frustrating and scary, well i just want to be dead already.
I have feelings no more, I feel alive no more, I have friends no more, A reason to live i have no more.
I am tired of not doing anything right, Finally I am able to see the light...”