frostyangel
Bluelighter
There is something about a feeling that you can not describe or a feeling that you could define without no one fully understanding. There are always the feelings that someone can reflect toward you and then there are the feelings that you self inflict on yourself. Some days, I do not know which one I do better.
I find myself running through cycles of every emotional position.
I find these cycles unbreakable
I find depression so draining.
I find my heart is always breaking.
I find that I can never empty my tears.
I find that laundry bags are always stuffed with endless tasks.
I find anger way to familiar.
I find anxiety everyday as a normal enviroment
I find no fear.
I find no jealousy.
I find misplacement.
I find discontent.
I find rage in my eyes.
I find a pout in my lips.
I find my jaw cracking.
I find my knuckles crackling.
I find nightmares throughout my dreams.
I find aches holding back these bones.
I find my laughs dying.
I find myself being way to honest.
I find resentment towards those more fortunate.
I find the battle not getting any easier.
I find myself giving up on the fight.
Hell, even a pirate had better days fighting in the dead of the sea.
Today I feel pain as a blank stare. I dumb founded emotion that I can not answer, so how do I answer the questions that you give me, that I can not even answer for myself. I can feel the emotions shaking threw my veins and my blood is turning into ice that has harden with a slow anger creeping threw.
.
I want to run away,
not from her,
not from him,
not from them,
not from You.
not from here,
not from there,
not just from anywhere.
But away from myself, like a single boat in the middle of a large lake. Alone. Away. Quiet. Hidden. Absent.
What makes us this way? I want to ramble on. Enjoy this life.
Even when I evidently leave this world I will still own my spirit, my own words, my own thoughts, my own dreams, my same old tears and that same spirit I listen to now I can not even get away from.
I need to know how to change it..
I find myself running through cycles of every emotional position.
I find these cycles unbreakable
I find depression so draining.
I find my heart is always breaking.
I find that I can never empty my tears.
I find that laundry bags are always stuffed with endless tasks.
I find anger way to familiar.
I find anxiety everyday as a normal enviroment
I find no fear.
I find no jealousy.
I find misplacement.
I find discontent.
I find rage in my eyes.
I find a pout in my lips.
I find my jaw cracking.
I find my knuckles crackling.
I find nightmares throughout my dreams.
I find aches holding back these bones.
I find my laughs dying.
I find myself being way to honest.
I find resentment towards those more fortunate.
I find the battle not getting any easier.
I find myself giving up on the fight.
Hell, even a pirate had better days fighting in the dead of the sea.
Today I feel pain as a blank stare. I dumb founded emotion that I can not answer, so how do I answer the questions that you give me, that I can not even answer for myself. I can feel the emotions shaking threw my veins and my blood is turning into ice that has harden with a slow anger creeping threw.
.
I want to run away,
not from her,
not from him,
not from them,
not from You.
not from here,
not from there,
not just from anywhere.
But away from myself, like a single boat in the middle of a large lake. Alone. Away. Quiet. Hidden. Absent.
What makes us this way? I want to ramble on. Enjoy this life.
Even when I evidently leave this world I will still own my spirit, my own words, my own thoughts, my own dreams, my same old tears and that same spirit I listen to now I can not even get away from.
I need to know how to change it..
