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I am quiet most of the time. I just stare and think. My words get frozen within my lungs. And I believe my thoughts are deadly. People tend to ask me, "why are you so quiet?"
i scream and shout finally letting my anger out hurting everyone around me this isnt how i want to be standing here shaking like a leaf i put my anger away like a sword in a sheath
I am afraid to close my eyes Hearing the emptiness when I awake Feeling any heart pounding against my ribs lungs constricting to leave me breathless. My head is spinning as I choke down a shriek
"Listen, listen Do you hear The peircing scream Through the atmostphere Listen, listen Do you hear Those long, long screams Of pain and fear Listen, listen Do you hear
Some day I hope I will be happy and free And rid of all the pain Of PTSD It's hard to explain the pain The thoughts of a young Marine Screaming as he was dying.
i am who i am because i do what i say and what i feel. the question isnt where am i stopping but who is going to stop me .
When we die, We'll fly like birds in the sky, Together till the end of forever, N' every soul in death is the same, With a story to its name, N' these bird all cry, Singing the songs of pain n' pleasure,
I am fine, we say, Why would I ever want to change the way I see myself everyday? We say. It's supposed to work like that, we say. I'm supposed to act like that, we say.
(2/14/14 1:40 P.M)
A column of abused air escapes from these lips, threatening to shatter the barrier of sound, and the perfect, airtight supposition of what is right. Things that just are drip off the once,