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I can't seem to stop crying. The tears just flow without permission... I can't stop....i just.... can't. I just don't know what to do. If I die...will that make it better? My heart's feeling crushed...and i'm just so broken. My angel has lost her wings...they were stolen...stolen by my emotions...by my pain. Will this pain go away? Or may I have to cut it out of my self? Do I have to engrave the words down? Will anyone ever understand how I feel.... or even care? My head is splitting, my heart withering away. This hurts....it hurts to breathe....to just exist... what can I do?



The World Were Truly Living In by Kairen Skellington/Terri



For the eyes that can't see me......believe me
For I am real.


For the ears that can't hear me......believe me
For I am real


For the hands that can't touch me....believe me
For I am real


For the senses that can't reach me.....believe me.
Because I am real.


As real as the creature that stalks you in your dreams.....
The taunting.....frightening.....unbarable spirit
That mimics your ever move.


I am no nightmare.....however, I am no angel...
And when you look into the dark...lonely depths of my eyes
You'll find what I truly mean


What I say, hear, or feel.....is entirely none of your concern.
I don't need your pity...don't want your sympathy...
Because I have enough shame on my own life.


The meanings of these simple scribbles on my wall....
Is left to the imagination of ideal humans...
They know not what pain, sorrow, and depression are.


They remain tied to the "real" world....
Thinking their so called almighty "god" will just appear and save them.
I'm sorry to express my gratitude to this so called "god" in such a manner...


But the respect and love I hold for "it" is nothing short of hatred, bitterness, and heartless.
There is no god...there is no savior....there is no "powerful being"
For if there truly were, he would have stopped this maddness


That were proud to call life.
All the wars...all the killing...all the disgrace.
Because this isn't life were looking at....it's hell


But you all don't know me...or my story...
So just go on living your pathetic lives
And leave me to my depressed, dead state of mind.


Because people like you aren't worth saving....
And people like me aren't worth living..
So if you do want to say that life is worth living...


Then look to the one's who went to such great lengths to get away from it all.


Someday, my angel will wilt away...and me along with it.

~BeautifulWolfram~