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Wednesday, 15 July 2009

  • Some of My Writings...

     It seems that I make an appearence one here quite rarely- my apologies.
    A bit too lazy to update you on everything going on, but I'll post a few parts of things I've written in the past few months.

    Please note:
    These are all written by me, don't claim credit nor post them to your site without mentioning/informing me.  Thanks =)

    One Step

    One step forward then two steps back

    Don’t know where I’m going or how I should act

    Life’s so confusing- it’s all a big mess

    Should I ask for more or just settle for less?

    Something inside of me says that this is the start

    Of a life that’s worth living that can heal my heart

    A big dose of courage is what I’ll need

    To stop my following and take the lead

    I take one step forward and look straight ahead

    No more going back is what they said

    My foot inches back like I knew it would

    But this time I fought it ‘cause I learned I could

    I’m not backing down, I yearn to fight

    For all that I deserve, for all that’s right

    So now my foot moves forward, just as it should

    The path’s become gold, no longer rough wood

    A slow smile spreads across my face

    This battle I’ll win- yes, that is the case

    That tomorrow I’ll be ahead of the game

    With no steps back, they’re all the same

    For this effort it’s all my soul I’m giving

    It’s toward the new life that I’ll be living

     

    Untitled

    This pain runs deep

    It’s poisoned my veins

    I clutch my heart

    And fall to the floor

    I weakly cry

    O help me please

    It hurts so much

    It can’t be beared

    I take a knife

    And slash my skin

    Blood drips down

    Relief is felt

    My sick mind

    Relishes it

    It’s cold and cruel

    And calculating

    It forces me

    To cause more pain

    For distraction

    From the hurt

    The one that took

    Right over my soul

    I laugh and cry

    Go back for more

    I have no room

    To care that my life

    Has become trapped

    In an unending circle

     

    Finding Peace

    I can’t make it through the day

    Will tomorrow be okay?

    I won’t make it on my own

    For I’ve been stripped down to the bone

    I will tremble, then I’ll fall

    Can’t you hear my frightened call?

    Quickly fading, I am breaking

    My lonesome heart, it’s for the taking

    Once again I try but fail

    It’s too much, my soul’s for sale

    Used too often, my will is weak now

    So feel me tremble, then watch me bow

    To the greater power above

    No where’s my peace, oh where’s the dove?

    I have lost all hope for me

    Where tomorrow will I be?

    This here poison, I clutch so tight

    Will it offer my final flight?

    Darkness creeping, I can’t hold on

    So I will be completely gone

    Before that happens I’d like to say

    We will meet again one fateful day

    I don’t like to hurt you so

    But the pain, it had to go

      

    Stop

    I pound my fists upon these walls

    I scream for help but no one hears

    I cry myself to sleep at night

    I slash these wrists to feel the pain

    I try to block out all my hurt

    I live in memories of happy times

    The world is black

    This world is cruel

    I need some help

    O can’t you hear me cry?

    Help, help, help

    I need you to free me

    Run, run, run

    I need out of here

    Hide, hide, hide

    No one will ever find me

    Here in this dark place of hell

      

    Comfort

    Come dear, take my hand.

    Whisper quietly in my ear.

    Tell me it’s not worth it.

    Pull me from this edge.

    Don’t let me jump.

    Hold me in your arms.

    Say that I’m worth something.

    Pull the demons from my mind.

    Give me that feeling of safety.

    Show me what love is.

    Betrayal has made me forget.

    Tears have come too often.

    Dry my face.

    Tell me I’ll be okay.

    Help me to hold on.

    Just one more day.

     

    Insurmountable Wall

    I look up at this wall in front of me.

    On the other side is all that I want, all that I strive for.

    All I must do is climb this wall.

    It stretches so high.

    I take a step back.

    Another, then yet another.

    I cannot see the top of this wall.

    I look around me, it stretches as far as the eye can see.

    Tears pool in my eyes as I sit slowly down.

    Leaning against this wall, I feel so hopeless.

    Climbing it is an impossible feat.

     

    And I'll throw in a litte exerpt from the story of my life that I wrote...

     

    Hands shaking, I fumbled for the ignition.  This was not happening.  My brain groped around the words I had heard but couldn’t make sense of them.  All it could comprehend was the flood of emotion that had overcome me, terror wrapping around my mind, worry seeping into every crevice, desperation surging forth.  My body craved an escape from the madness that had taken over.  Finally, the key slid into place and I unthinkingly revved the engine, preparing it for the ride ahead.  I eased it from the parking lot and headed out of the town’s limits. 

    My car glided smoothly around the last corner of the winding country road and my foot pressed down on the gas, urging my vehicle into the dark night that engulfed the highway that now lay ahead of me.  “She’s in the cities...”  My foot inched lower, my mind urging me to forget, sensing the importance to my sanity that forgetting ensued.  “…from a severe reaction to her medications…”  My hands slowly steadied as the speedometer’s needle climbed.  Sensing the acceleration, the heavy thrumming of guitar and bashing of drums increased in volume over my sound system.  “…they didn’t mix well together…”  My eyes narrowed slightly in concentration on the road ahead which was starting to gradually curve while rising and falling with the land.  I shifted my hands to a better spot on the wheel, preparing to have full control of my car in the moments to come.   “…she had black outs, seizures, memory loss…”  That’s all I can focus on when I’m driving this fast- nothing but the vibration of my vehicle should grab my attention.  Thoughts came fleeting and spasmodic.   “…no one knows how long she’ll be in the hospital…”  That last thought however, was one that I could not shake.  Lowering my foot further, my car grew nearer to its limit.  The speed would soon consume me, the simple task of staying on the road my only concern for this brief period of time.  Slowly, painstakingly slowly, my mind cleared and became hyper-aware of my surroundings.  A rush of adrenaline began to filter into my veins, thinning the sorrow that had capsulated my brain. 

    Flashing lights filled my mirror, the wail of a siren breaking through the silence that came with my violent twist of the volume knob.

    NO!  I didn’t know whether the voice was mine, my subconscious, or some other indiscernible being inside me.

    Fingers flicking on my high beams, my eyes rapidly scanned the highway for my ultimate escape from a hardening reality.  There.  I pressed the accelerator all the way to the floor, and a split second later, jerked my car off the road’s steep edge and into the looming trees.  Time nearly froze as, for the first time in so long, I felt an emotion that could almost count as happiness…

    If only I had the courage.  Hands slamming onto the steering wheel in frustration, I pressed the break and pulled my car over to the side of the road.

     

     

    PLEASE don't steal any of these.

    I love you girls

Sunday, 15 February 2009

  • Who Am I?

    fear

    What do you think when your eyes graze over me?
    Who is the person that you see?
    Am I your student, top of the class, teacher's pet?
    Am I your classmate, a kind girl, always willing to talk?
    Am I a friend, your close confidant who shares inside jokes?
    Am I your ex, the heartbreaker or the heartbroken?
    Am I your child, the good-girl whom you love?
    Am I your sibling, annoying yet you still look up to me?
    Am I your booty-call, always willing to have some fun?
    Am I your enemy, casting dirty looks and hurtful words?
    Am I on your sports team, a contributing memeber?
    Am I just a random stranger that you passed on the street?
    Who is it that you see me as?
    What kind of person do you think I am?
    Should your opinion matter,
    Or should I ignore all the judgement?
    The real question here that I ask myself is,
    Who am I?

Monday, 02 February 2009

  • Long Time

    It's been forever since I've been on here.

    Forgive me my dears, my life has been crazy.

    A month and a half on the SSRI (anti-depressant), dosage upped once already and all it's done is made my slow switches between depressed, normal, and elated skyrocket to an hourly/daily switching regimine. 

    Crashed my car.
    Lost too many friends to count.
    Ruined my chances with the guy I love.
    School classes are a waste of my time.
    Tired from the meds.
    Quit going to my third psych.

    If I were to continue with all the shit that's happened in the last couple months, you'd read for pages.

    I sincerely hope that all of you are doing well, and I hope to hear from you!

    Perhaps I'll try to come on here more regularily.

    you're singing broken songs

    Loves <3

Saturday, 20 December 2008

  • Treatment

    Getting help... again.

    Hello medication.  Hello new counselor.
    You think you can fix me?
    So did everyone else.
    I'm a mess.
    Have fun. 

    They're starting me on an anti-depressant and weekly therapy.
    If needed, they'll add a mood stabilizer or another anti-depressant.
    (aka, when they realize I'm bipolar, not just depressed, they'll add meds)
    This should be interesting.

    Depressed people don't swing from happy to sad,
    Sad to happy.
    Suicidal to laughing.
    Hyper to crying.
    Cutting to energetic.
    Round and round,
    Up and down.

    They don't think I'm bipolar simply because my mother doesn't think my 'highs' are high enough.
    Whatever.
    They'll see.

Sunday, 23 November 2008

  • My Week.

    I had to strip for my parents... prove to them that I haven't been cutting.

    would you still love me

    I had my best guy friend ask me to send him a picture of myself in only a bra and underwear.  As a joke he says.  I'm trying to forgive him simply for the reason that I rely on him so heavily to talk me through my daily break downs. 

    was i just anothe rghost

    My boyfriend took my face in his hand, promised he would never hurt me, never use me like other guys have, and then kissed me.
    A touching moment that would cause any girl to bask in joy.
    And all I wanted to do was push him away from me.

    My depression and anxiety have been coming back- slowly but surely.  These last few weeks I've really been losing it.

    raincloud over bed

    I could've been fired today if my manager hadn't decided to not tell my boss on me.  (I had been doing a scratch off during work.  And this is the same manager that has illegally sold me scratch offs in the past.  Hypocrite.)

    "How's high school?"
    "Oh fabulous.  Full of joy, happiness, and general contentment."

    It's the sarcasm that gets us through the day.
    The mask of strength that hides our pain.

    I see not the accomplishments I have made,
    Only the faults that were made along the way.

    I got about a 4.2 GPA last term.
    Instead of pride at the high achievement, I felt only disappointment toward the .8 that I did not earn. 

    To the people that have comment on my last two posts:  I will respond.  Promise =)

     

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  • Depression. Borderline anorexic. Cutter. PTSD. OCD. GAD. These are what I've been diagnosed with by medical people of all types. Having lived with these for nearly two years, I am just now finding the courage to overcome these labels and provide myself with a happier life. I am determined to become well again. Happiness and success is what I want more than anything ever before. Here is where I will share my dreams and insights with you. Care to join?