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Locked Up, Straight JacketHey 2 AM,Locked Up, Straight Jacket by kml91225
Haven't seen you in a while.
Can't say I missed you,
I hate what happens
When I get to you.
I could call it desperation
But it feels more like going crazy.
Dark crazy, locked up, straight jacket crazy.
Visions of pools of blood and razor blades.
I know I'm getting worse.
Do I look better on the outside?
Of course not, not uncovered.
I've never been more covered in cuts.
I'm scared. They've never bled like this.
I'm such a disappointment.
I can't stop, I'm different,
It's infected me deeper.
I don't even care anymore.
But I know, because I can feel it
The "real me" is huddled deep inside
Afraid of the monsters
Scared of what she became.
Inside-OutsideI'm so broken...Inside-Outside by HighFlyingSwallows
I feel like I could blow away with the wind...
Or maybe that's just wishful thinking...
It's like everyone is inside my head,
Tearing at my
Do they even remember that I have feelings?
Do they even CARE whether I still have feelings?
I take all that they dish.
I keep on that iron smile.
I keep my head held high,
But on the inside I am crying,
I am curled up into a tight ball hyperventilating...
Gasping for air,
But finding only poison...
Poison that burns my throat,
Feels like needles in my chest...
I claw at my face,
I scream for help.
But all my cries are muffled by their selfish thoughts,
Their thought to be 'truths'
The Hand Of DepressionI am the collision of fear and pride,The Hand Of Depression by lackofevolution
A thought pattern to keep to one side,
I am the strength behind your confusion,
The unseen cast member supporting the illusion,
I am the thought that stems from an emotion,
The unbalanced action created by a notion,
I am the emotion that stems from a thought,
The unseen enemy, thus you have never fought,
The chemical process that dictates life,
The reason for tears, the reaction of your wife,
The statue of sand you can't forgive,
The innocent laughter coming from your kid,
The unlabelled luggage you were forced to bring,
The husband standing silently tapping his wedding ring,
The illusion you can feel,
Holding clouds you state this is real,
The odour you can smell,
Holding beliefs, the ones you can't sell,
The sound that you can hear,
Holding pills to battle their fear,
The sight that makes you stay,
A councillor that fails, begins to pray,
I am the trigger, one step before your action,
I am automatic, an instant attraction,
I am the collision of f
Current Residence: Somewhere In Canada|
Favourite genre of music: Heavy Metal, Rock, that sort of stuff
Personal Quote: "Why does the grass feel like pants?"