What is hope? Hope is an ideal. An ideal that involves some conception of a type of safety…whether it be in a hope for something in the future, and hope that someone actually cares, a hope that someone will actually understand, whatever it may be. But what can be said of hope when there is no such thing as safety? There is no safety in friends, no safety in success, no safety even in family. There is no safety in myself. It’s like there are some kind of demons in my head that won’t leave me alone. Everything good is bad, everything bad is worse. […]
Not my own. I don’t understand the way life changes in the blink of eye and you quickly forget all you used to know and replacing it is pain
it’s been a while.. and the thought of doing suicide came again last night.
Life”s been up and down. i’m afraid of being happy, coz in the blink of my eyes things just got worse.
It’s messy now, i’m screwed. Expectations gone wilder.
Been on edge, i’ll let myself fall, just a lil push, i won’t fight.
If only there’s an easy way to go from this fucked up situation.
She finally zoned out.  Couldn’t see anything but stars.
A blank, dark and cold place. Â All she wanted was a little space.
She couldn’t breath,couldn’t blink. Just wanted time to think.
Wishing she could turn the clock around and find out what brought her to the brink of destruction.
She saw his gun in his back pocket and wanted to grab it, while her friend in her head told her she can’t have it.
She left the room. Â And ran up the stairs, but the voices followed her,as she felt her tears.