Burning off the Sorrow Nights by musicforeverismysoul, literature
Literature
Burning off the Sorrow Nights
Welcome to the club of us screwed up teenagers.
We are like fire; we sometimes like to rebel a little against... everything?
Sometimes we burn, but don't worry, we burn out only so our next flame can become bigger and better than ever; and boy oh boy do we come back smoking hot!
We are smoky and hot, but... not all the time...
...
Me? I'm just a seventeen year old girl forced to question everything I live for.
I'm not the only one either.
We are forced to live lives made up of illusions, and let me tell you this is no Street Car Named Desire; Stella won't help us here.
We crawl out of a pit only to get dragged back down.
The sand above us
Feelings of the Rain by musicforeverismysoul, literature
Literature
Feelings of the Rain
Rain truly is a relaxing sound.
You listen to it fall, and drop, drop on the ground.
It is almost like a mystery, rain.
The mystery in rain is like the mystery in people.
What is rain?
Is it really truly so beautiful, or is it all just full of lies?
Lies falling from the skies; just God's cries at what monsters this world inhabits.
As the tears plummet onto the ground with such force and anger;
Each drop that falls off that very cloud, as it hits the ground it makes me wonder...
Is this rain more despair than beauty?
It's almost like all the beauty of it was taken away because of a species called humans.
Our pollution to the skies, this
The inner parts of my soul, feeling ever so sore.
Feelings of monsters clawing at my very own core.
They tell me after dreadful winter comes spring and summer, bright and swell,
Tell me why am I still being dragged in pits of hell?
The feelings the same, not one bit of it gone.
Falling in reverse of this venomous pawn.
Beauty fading, depression not aiding,
This so called "happiness" is something I'm anticipating.
Killing substances, talking to therapists in that chair,
Sometimes I wounder if they even care?
They try to comfort me, call me things like honey,
In reality a lot of that is just for the money.
I don't know, maybe I'm over react
Mind of the Weak by musicforeverismysoul, literature
Literature
Mind of the Weak
My poisoned mind cries for help.
I hear the voices screaming in my head.
They are the screams of those around me.
I hear their voices in my head; I feel the disappointment I have become.
I feel their souls full of rage towards me.
I sense the past coming back, but it's just happening again.
I let everyone down.
I hear the voices, others... my own voice saying in a serious tone:
...
One again, you fucked up.
Thank you to the best people I could ask for. by musicforeverismysoul, literature
Literature
Thank you to the best people I could ask for.
Thank you.
To all the people that were there for me today.
Thank you.
For not leaving me, and letting my mind wonder astray.
Thank you.
For being there as I cry.
Thank you.
For wiping the tears from my red eye.
Thank you.
For being the loving people you are.
Thank you.
For being beautiful people that shine like a big bright star.
Thank you.
Without you today, I would most likely no be here.
Thank you,
For putting kind whispers into my ear.
Thank you.
I love you all with all my heart.
Thank you.
I will never again let myself fall apart.
Thank you.
For showing me love in more than one way.
Thank you.
For being the best each and every day
Burning off the Sorrow Nights by musicforeverismysoul, literature
Literature
Burning off the Sorrow Nights
Welcome to the club of us screwed up teenagers.
We are like fire; we sometimes like to rebel a little against... everything?
Sometimes we burn, but don't worry, we burn out only so our next flame can become bigger and better than ever; and boy oh boy do we come back smoking hot!
We are smoky and hot, but... not all the time...
...
Me? I'm just a seventeen year old girl forced to question everything I live for.
I'm not the only one either.
We are forced to live lives made up of illusions, and let me tell you this is no Street Car Named Desire; Stella won't help us here.
We crawl out of a pit only to get dragged back down.
The sand above us
Feelings of the Rain by musicforeverismysoul, literature
Literature
Feelings of the Rain
Rain truly is a relaxing sound.
You listen to it fall, and drop, drop on the ground.
It is almost like a mystery, rain.
The mystery in rain is like the mystery in people.
What is rain?
Is it really truly so beautiful, or is it all just full of lies?
Lies falling from the skies; just God's cries at what monsters this world inhabits.
As the tears plummet onto the ground with such force and anger;
Each drop that falls off that very cloud, as it hits the ground it makes me wonder...
Is this rain more despair than beauty?
It's almost like all the beauty of it was taken away because of a species called humans.
Our pollution to the skies, this
The inner parts of my soul, feeling ever so sore.
Feelings of monsters clawing at my very own core.
They tell me after dreadful winter comes spring and summer, bright and swell,
Tell me why am I still being dragged in pits of hell?
The feelings the same, not one bit of it gone.
Falling in reverse of this venomous pawn.
Beauty fading, depression not aiding,
This so called "happiness" is something I'm anticipating.
Killing substances, talking to therapists in that chair,
Sometimes I wounder if they even care?
They try to comfort me, call me things like honey,
In reality a lot of that is just for the money.
I don't know, maybe I'm over react
Mind of the Weak by musicforeverismysoul, literature
Literature
Mind of the Weak
My poisoned mind cries for help.
I hear the voices screaming in my head.
They are the screams of those around me.
I hear their voices in my head; I feel the disappointment I have become.
I feel their souls full of rage towards me.
I sense the past coming back, but it's just happening again.
I let everyone down.
I hear the voices, others... my own voice saying in a serious tone:
...
One again, you fucked up.
Thank you to the best people I could ask for. by musicforeverismysoul, literature
Literature
Thank you to the best people I could ask for.
Thank you.
To all the people that were there for me today.
Thank you.
For not leaving me, and letting my mind wonder astray.
Thank you.
For being there as I cry.
Thank you.
For wiping the tears from my red eye.
Thank you.
For being the loving people you are.
Thank you.
For being beautiful people that shine like a big bright star.
Thank you.
Without you today, I would most likely no be here.
Thank you,
For putting kind whispers into my ear.
Thank you.
I love you all with all my heart.
Thank you.
I will never again let myself fall apart.
Thank you.
For showing me love in more than one way.
Thank you.
For being the best each and every day
I once heard a man on the television say that every once in a while
He stood on his desk
To remind himself
That sometimes you need to look at things differently,
So I decided to climb the thirteen year old tree in my backyard
To see my world in a new light
The next morning,
Before the sun had began its daily trek up the illuminated sky,
I began my march through the backyard with the determination of a curious child,
The excitement only grew when I saw my tree's branches hunched over as if to protect itself from the biting autumn wind,
In a world where beauty inspires jealousy and hatred
I was going to find my own perfect view of an imperfect