stumpling through these dark set illusions
imprissoned by protective seclussion
searching, scrambling for solutions.
grasping my throat to stop the lies
no longer reconizing my voice that preaches my demise
i've become that tall formless stranger I can no longer reconize
my cold heart and eyes over analyse all i see
half in half out, walking a razers edge into insanity
bickering myself as if I had a split personality
peopled warm smiles only cause my palms to sweat
always on guard when they seem to pleasant
forces myself to hold my tongue, or release the rant
for to them life is some play
making more friends to put on there resume
all creatures of the night, hidden by the day
maybe its best to be imprissoned in your head
half alive, half dead
hyped up on too many meds
being withdrawns the golden ticket, the skeleton key
just abandon spontanity
fall into routine
or maybe I just need something to live for
to keep myself from punching the face i see in the mirror
just something anything happiness, pain
to keep me from going mentally insane.
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- Missing Me, Missing You by ms-cuddles.
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I just loved this. When we snap are we really us or just a shadow of who we should be. Thank you for entering this and good luck. Hugs~ Cuddles -
I've been on that edge far too many times. You describe it so well, as if somehow you got a hold of a pen and paper while you were walking that very thin line, and wrote everything down. I especially liked these beauties:
'grasping my throat to stop the lies
no longer reconizing my voice that preaches my demise
i've become that tall formless stranger I can no longer reconize'
'or maybe I just need something to live for
to keep myself from punching the face i see in the mirror'
Very powerful. A hard kick to the ribs. This is reality. Once again, job well done, catseye. I really enjoy your mind. Keep penning, my friend. You have such great talent for someone so young. And have gone through many nightmares; I know, because you are just like me when I was your age. God, I sound like such an old woman, lol. I'm only 4 years older than you. 15 seems so long ago though.. Excellent piece. You'll be seeing more of me.
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~S.
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