I am not quite sure on how to best describe myself but by this journal entry I wrote back in 2007. I wanted to redo this part and write something that could best describe myself and my qualities. So here goes, it's called..... " I'm Getting Over This"
My sanity locked up so tightly inside this box. My will struck by the power of this ball and chain. I'm getting cold. I'm getting sold, right to the people inside my head; right where I belong in the world I live within my own reflection. I stare into a mirror and the person starring back at me shatters. A million pieces down to the last one.
See, I'm getting over all this. The place it takes me to, is getting colder and colder. I see it coming at me full force, but I take it on like it's one of my strong qualities, because I'm getting over this.
I sit here wondering if someone would make this all go away? I'm hopeless, but I don't have to take this torture. Below everything, if you listen closely, you can almost hear the clock of treason. Does anyone hear it? It's inside of me, the track is playing. Please don't fight this against me. It's never been like this before. I'm a coward when it comes to admitting my wrong doing. I'm in denial and their choice is always been to take my sanity and wash it down the drain. I see this all coming through my eyes. I walk before you and your falling from me. This has brought my breaking wall together. There's just gotta be something different to this because I can sense that I am going to be stuck in this sanity forever.
I need to make believe that I am getting over all this! Don't try to push me forward, because I will just fall right back there. I will continue to go up and down those torturous over barring hills. There's no use in trying to tell me any different, it's not going to happen. I have made up my mind and to that decision, each there own. This is all over because I am getting over all this!!
My sanity locked up so tightly inside this box. My will struck by the power of this ball and chain. I'm getting cold. I'm getting sold, right to the people inside my head; right where I belong in the world I live within my own reflection. I stare into a mirror and the person starring back at me shatters. A million pieces down to the last one.
See, I'm getting over all this. The place it takes me to, is getting colder and colder. I see it coming at me full force, but I take it on like it's one of my strong qualities, because I'm getting over this.
I sit here wondering if someone would make this all go away? I'm hopeless, but I don't have to take this torture. Below everything, if you listen closely, you can almost hear the clock of treason. Does anyone hear it? It's inside of me, the track is playing. Please don't fight this against me. It's never been like this before. I'm a coward when it comes to admitting my wrong doing. I'm in denial and their choice is always been to take my sanity and wash it down the drain. I see this all coming through my eyes. I walk before you and your falling from me. This has brought my breaking wall together. There's just gotta be something different to this because I can sense that I am going to be stuck in this sanity forever.
I need to make believe that I am getting over all this! Don't try to push me forward, because I will just fall right back there. I will continue to go up and down those torturous over barring hills. There's no use in trying to tell me any different, it's not going to happen. I have made up my mind and to that decision, each there own. This is all over because I am getting over all this!!
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- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 102 comments.
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, and quote is "has gone to play in my own little world, but it's okay cuz the voices in my head went with me so i wouldn't be alone!". - I am a 22 year old girl from Kansas (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Reflecting on what my future holds.





- I am in the groups Bi Polars or any other Mental Illness
- I have 102 comments, 2 contests, 23 poems, 1 journal
My Poetry
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Revised to the moments of deprived memories inside my mind
I try to remember the thoughts she told me -
Her soul was crippled
But only her heart felt the measures of what she so dies everyday to have20 lines, 5 comments, October 23 -
Broken in two,
Sown up by the orders they scream at me11 lines, 2 comments, October 6 -
Within this silence,
Something tries so hard to speak to me17 lines, October 4. In Thoughts, Lost in thought
My journal entries
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My innocence is held together by this hook. My journey found to the right of this lost and found box. I find myself alone this morning, staring through the eyes of disarray and sadness. Looking, searching, for anything in clean view. But not a thing around but myself and this darkness. Put this all in the locketOctober 30, In Freewrite, My life, My own personal thoughts, Pain, Personal, Thoughts. 600 words. → Make first comment?
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Girl-Interrupted on November 19, 2008just dropping by to say hi , reading your writing, reminds me of myself.
becca
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ley527 on December 6, 2007Your poetry is becoming better....keep it up
