WØRTHLESS
(Note: The day I wrote this text, I was in a lousy mood. I literally felt worthless, so everything that will be written next - poured out of my soul.) BANG MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL BECAUSE I'M WORTHLESS, I TRY TO DO SOMETHING, IN THE END I'VE NOTHING, I'M WORTHLESS, THAT'S WHY I HURT MYSELF TO PUNISH, I CAN’T HOLD ANYTHING, MY WRIST IS BROKEN, I'M DEVASTATED, BOILING BLOOD FLOWS INSTEAD OF TEARS, VOICES FROM MY HEAD THAT I'M WORTHLESS ARE ALL I HEAR, I FEEL REAL DEPRESSION WITH DESPAIR, HOLDING MY HEAD PULLING OUT MY HAIR, IT'S LIKE I'M TEARING OUT ROOTS, FEELING PAIN, I REALLY GOT THE ROOF OFF I'M INSANE, THINK I ALREADY HAD AMNESIA, AND I'M GOING THROUGH IT AGAIN FUCK, I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING, IT'S A MESS IN MY HEAD, SADISM AND PAIN MERGED, I AIN'T THINK I'M WELL I GOT BRUISES ON MY KNEES, I PAY THE PRICE FOR ALL MY SINS, I CAN'T FEEL MY HEART BEHIND MY RIBS, IT FEELS LIKE IT DOESN'T EVEN EXIST, WHAT? MY HEART IS RIPPED OUT OF MY CHEST, I THINK THIS LIFE'S SUCH A SHEER WASTE, BEEN IN THE DARK FOR SO LONG THAT I FORGOT MY FACE, WAIT, I FEEL THE SCARS THERE WHEN I TOUCH, THERE ARE SO MANY THAT I CAN'T COUNT, THE KNIFE'S ALREADY RUSTY BUT NOT DULL, GUESS I'M TALKING NONSENSE, MY BRAIN'S ALMOST ROTTEN. SCRATCHING THE WALLS BREAKING MY NAILS, I'M NOTHING AT ALL, I'M CONVINCED OF IT WITH EVERY INHALE, HAVEN'T EATEN IN DAYS, THIS FACT MAKES MY SKIN PALE, I AM LOCKED IN A CAGE, IN THE MENTAL AND REAL...
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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