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Rain I reach for youRain by ~Apotter
and cup your cheek with my hand
my heart fills with longing
I want you to stay
I reach up and unclip my hair
it falls around us
you hold my neck and lean down to kiss me
It's raining outside
the thunder surrounds us
but we're safe inside
and I want you with me
as our lips touch
I open my eyes
You're not there
You were never there
where are you?
Where will I find you
can I live without you
my heart fills with longing
I want you to stay
Please stay
Don't leave me
Alone in the darkness
I hug my pillow
and dream
of what I don't have
won't have, never had
Inside I'm screaming
I want you to stay
He's not really there He's there when I need himHe's not really there by ~Apotter
and gives me a hug
no one can see him
and he's not really there
I talk to him when I'm lonely
and in return he talks to me
no one can see him
and he's not really there
He's tall and he's handsome
and he tells me I'm beautiful
no one can see him
and he's not really there
With him I am safe
and with me he is happy
but no one can see him
and he's not really there
He expects nothing of me
but knows me more than anyone
no one can see him
and he's not really there
I love him to death
and he loves me
but no one can see him
and he's not really there
life is so lonely
when he's not by me
Depression I'm tired of being here,Depression by ~A2sHaTo
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell wha
Depression Thoughts run through your mindDepression by ~psychotic-doll
'I'm a failure, I'm worthless'
Feel like you're being left beind
Invisible to everyone
Your world is just so bleak
You believe words they say
'You're pathetic, unwanted'
You must be that way
Got no one to turn to
Your 'friends' have all gone
They didn't have a clue
Couldn't understand
You slit your wrists, want to die
Through your veins runs despair
Ashamed, it's all your fault
To you life isn't fair
Sat in a corner, tears in your eyes
There's no hep, you're on your own
Force a smile so they don't realise
You just can't cope anymore
That's not true, there's someone there
To help yo
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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Magic since 1989... [link]
PS: I'd be interested to know how you found my artwork, if you remember... Was it just random browsing, or a search, or in someone else's faves? Or maybe you've come to visit me before and I just don't recognize your username/avatar yet?... Just curious
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Magic since 1989... [link]
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Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand and a Hundred score
A Hundred, and a Thousand more.
-Chapter 20, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon
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Magic since 1989... [link]
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Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand and a Hundred score
A Hundred, and a Thousand more.
-Chapter 20, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon
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If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door
Paul Beatty
Roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you.
But the roses are dying the violets are dead the sugar bowls empty just like your head
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Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand and a Hundred score
A Hundred, and a Thousand more.
-Chapter 20, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon
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If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door
Paul Beatty
Roses are red violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you.
But the roses are dying the violets are dead the sugar bowls empty just like your head
--
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand and a Hundred score
A Hundred, and a Thousand more.
-Chapter 20, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon