Damaged goods.

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

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

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

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

Weight loss/gain

It’s okay. It only hurts a lot.

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

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

My eyes are dull, do I really look well?

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

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.           

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

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

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

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.            

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?            

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