"2am and I'm still awake, writing a song. If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to." -Anna Nalick, Just Breathe. They say I'm out of my head, but oh how they are wrong. I'm so stuck inside my head, over-thinking and over-anxious and over-exaggerating every emotion until I've over done myself and I fry my emotions and then I'm numb for the first time in months of TOO MUC...

open mind, sinking heart shaking hands where have I gone? I cannot see the sun. lay down, sleep forever wake up can't get back to sleep what's happened to me? I cannot breathe. sick stomach, crying eyes bitten lips what is this? I feel like giving Death a kiss. this is not me what is this? what's happened to me? where have I gone? I cannot find the sun.

"...look into my eyes, it's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide... Don't get too close, it's dark inside, it's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide... your eyes they shine so bright, I wanna save that light..." -Demons by Imagine Dragons. your eyes, dark as they are,  are so bright, they blind mine. mine, light as they are, are hiding dark secrets.*** Rory looks over at Kiara as she takes off her ja...

A music player in the corner of the room plays nonstop drums, guitars, basses and keyboards. She does that to cover her cries before the knife slides across her thighs.

It's that moment where everything is still and silent in your house. It should be pitch black in your room, but it isn't because of the light you keep on in case of bad nightmares. You look up at the ceiling and wonder if you'll fall asleep tonight. It's 2 am, you're in bed, you're comfortable, but your eyes will not shut. Your thoughts take over instead, you think of that musing you posted, how everyone was so sweet. You...

She held her covers over herself in an attempt to hide from her nightmares. Curled in a ball, she felt protected and safe- much like a cat does when it sleeps that way. But if she had only known then what she knew now, she'd escape to dreams- no matter how terrifying- instead of reality. She would soon learn- there are scarier things out there than heights and falling, and scarier men than the unknown murderer on the TV s...

Tap your toe, Pick at your jeans, Play around-  forums, Text random people, Hum random tunes, Bite your lip, Play with the keyboard- trying to think of what to write- you want to,  but what about? Listen to music- like always- breathe deep, calming yourself, Yawn- but cover it, Gasp- hold your sides- but cover it. Everything ends in silence.

It's as if I'm looking in a mirror, I see my dark red wig, curls perfect, my eyes closed- by Jason of course- but usually shimmery green, fear upon my face... I've felt a lot of that these past months. Jason is kneeling next to the bed- next to me- tears are streaming down his cheeks and I want to reach out to him- comfort him- but I cannot- unable in my ghostly form. What I would give- just to live- for a little more tim...

She's so ready for Spring Break, so very ready to have...  a week,  she thinks,  off-  off,  and away from school,  and pressure,  and overly emotional moments in one particular classroom. Away from worry, and fear, and pain, and anger, and everything else, everything else that seems to pop up. Maybe she'll stay off the web too, just speak with select people, stay away from everyone else, avoid it all, emotions are a plag...

She sits in the chair, picks at her nails-  oops!  Now she's bleeding,  suck on it,  clean up the blood- twists her hands together  around themselves.  Her leg bounces,  as if it has a mind of its own.  She bites her lip,  chews until it, too, bleeds. Something in or around her foot pops,  probably her ankle,  she never could get the darn thing to pop  then it does so randomly-  when it wants to, Like everything else,  so...

Sure, I'll just walk behind you, breathe in the smoke blowing my way, that's bad for you, ya know, and even worse for your asthma, but you don't really care, do you? Why did you pick up that habit?  Why did you start smoking? And I don't mean just the cigarette kind.  Did it seem cool to you? Was it interesting to you? Were you curious and just got stuck?  Yeah, so I have questions, and I don't approve of this behavior, b...

"Follow me, follow me, I've more rooms to show you still! Follow me, follow me, you buzzards!" "Buzzards? Why, pardon me, but you offered!" "Yes, well. I didn't think you'd actually want to see." You never have before... Idiot, you're an idiot, never offer if you aren't ready to show. "Why would we ignore an offer? That's stupidity, that is!" Well, hell, I don't know, why did all your buddies ignore my offers?  "So where'...

She hugs him, holds him, as he holds her- kisses her, on the lips and down her neck. Nibbles a little, comments on something, causing her to giggle. He says something else... she looks down, "Very few guys, past family members, have called me pretty..." She says it, regrets it, feels pathetic for letting him know that, for showing it means so much. "Are they blind? You are very pretty." He tightens his grip on her, lifts...

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Play yourself like a piano, fill the rooms with the screams and the choking sounds... fill them with pain fill them with hunger fill them with anger and hatred of... me. But what will I do? fill them with love fill them with care fill them with joy and hope for you. I want you to get better, I want you to be healthy, I want you to eat, but you won't listen, so I'll just continue to write... and write and write until I'm s...