no matter what goes right
my mind is still there to drag me down
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thank you for allowing me to actually share my secrets and share any thing i want about myself with out getting judged and letting there be at least one other person out there to reach out to.
I have really bad teeth due to genetics
I am a recovering self harmer
I am pansexual
My depression gets so bad I want to die a lot of the time.
My mother is a hoarder.
these are things i tell almost nobody irl.
if it wasnt for you I very well may be dead.
thank you tumblr and all you beautiful tumblrs :]
anyone feel free to reach out to me about any problem I’ll do my best to help or just listen I love you all
dear friend
Dear friend of mine it has been so long since we’ve crossed ways.
I miss your searing touch in these dark days,
the marks you leave
for all to see
even the secrecy of it all
you were the main source of my beautiful downfall.
my soul shall forever be missing something without you malicious touch of pain.
I love you even though you are so vile and ripped into a vein.
I’ve left you out of vanity
the scars they remind me of sanity.
Always, forever I’ll be missing you
and the comfort in a dark red hue.
You whisper to me “come back just this once”
I resist I cant’ I’ve stayed away, away for months.
Take me back into your cold embrace
NO never! my arms and legs you will no longer deface. - By Khalea
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Every thing grew dark,
The air was cold with a bitter twinge of regret.
And the hand that once held mine gone, lost, nearly forgoten.
The promises we made became dust in the wind,
and the laughter an empty echo of yesterday.
I’ve lost my way and so have you.
Wandering on in search of happiness we may never reach.
Strangers now, gone, lost. nearly forgot..
Ghost
Wandering, lost, cold, hopless, screaming out to the crowd, pleading for peace, for help, for someone to save her from the monster.
Nobody hears they walk past. ignoring, not seeing, blinded by their realitys that are so different from hers.
The monster calls out rushing to her, needing to be satisfied, his hunger needing sated for another night.
Pushing through the crowd she runs, pleading, begging for the help she know she will not recieve.
Her armour not strong enough to keep his claws at bay.
Tears streaming waterfalls of pain and sorrow she screams.
Shes real, why cant they see her, hear her, or feel her touch?
she is nothing but a ghost, a whisp of mist. Lost alone forgotten.
The monster wins.
