LoudSilences's Journal

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  • Archives for November 2015
  • Oh, this is suicide, but you can't see the ropes

    by LoudSilences on November 18, 2015

    I have these photos that my parents took before they got married. They're of Niagra Falls.

    Theres this one though, thats my favourite. Its of this dark tunnel. But at the end theres light, and the light is the opening of the tunnel where the waterfall is dropping down.

    I feel like that. Like even if theres a light in all of this, it will actually only be a steep drop to sudden death. I know that sounds morbid. I know how cliche I sound. Some depressed girl telling her troubles online anonymously. I know how its cliche to acknowledege being cliche. Whatever.

    I feel empty.

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  • Is there anybody listening? Anyone at all? Cos I am too close to the edge and i am afraid I'll fall

    by LoudSilences on November 15, 2015

    Not too fast, too slow,

    Two steps and drown ,

    We got no fear

    Gotta take the danger

    Too fast, too slow

    Two steps and drown

    No fear, no fear, no fear

    No fear, no fear, no fear

     


    Save me from the ceiling

    Save me from myself

    Nevermind, just save yourself

    Keep your eyes on the prize

    And your ear to the street

    Or this game that you spit

    Will become obsolete

     


    Fuck the game, fuck the rules

    Most of all, fuck you It's just the way I feel

    The more I smile the less I bruise

     


    Don't stop and think about it In your heart no one will doubt it

    I can feel it breaking

     


    Hang me from the ceiling I got the feeling that it's my time to go

    If today was my last day here

    You're the last one that I'd wanna see

     

    Is there anybody listening, anyone at all

    'Cause I am too close to the edge

    And I am afraid I'll fall

    Not trying to be different

    'Cause we're all the same

    Please take what you need

    Doctor, help fix my brain

    Help fix my brain, help fix my brain

     


    Fuck the shame, fuck the truth

    Most of all, fuck you

    It's just the way I feel

    The more I smile the less I bruise

     


    Hang me from the ceiling I got the feeling that it's my time to go

    If today was my last day here

    You're the last one that I'd wanna see

     


    And it doesn't ever feel right

    No matter what it tastes like

    So I'll take every last one of these pills

    To kill what's inside of me


    You can keep your fun, fun memories

    Envision what I used to be

    Teenage teardrops on my pillow

    You reach for the stars but we end on the ceiling


    Hang me from the ceiling I got the feeling that it's my time to go

    If today was my last day here You're the last one that I'd wanna see

    -Teenage Teardrops, Heartsrevolution

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  • I've felt this bad for so long I'm scared I'm fine

    by LoudSilences on November 06, 2015

    I wake up.

    I wish I hadn't.

    I get up.

    I take the pills.

    I go to school, or I stay at home.

    I do something to pass the time, or more often I don't.

    I take the pill.

    I go back to sleep.

    I repeat.

     

    I've lost hope in everything. Its not a matter of if anymore, its a matter of when. I really think I should start planning more seriously. Its hard to bear every day.

    Sat on the bathroom floor I knew this was it, I'd finally lost my mind.

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