Anxiety hits me at the speed of light, never
crashing.

 Sadness looms over my mental, showering
me with depression.

 Self-doubt makes me question if I should continue
on my lifelong ambitions.

Always in a room with loneliness, isolating
me with his disregard.

My head pivots backwards, looking back
at past mistakes instead of forward.

Friends, thought to be in the picture for
eternity, faded away like ash.

All past sins. All past failures plague my cerebral, during the times
I...

Do I not have control?
Where are the reigns?
Is this all a joke?
Stranding me in fast lanes

Maybe I should take control
Maybe it doesn’t matter
If it’s a choice between vainess and death
I’d rather do the latter

But that can’t be right
Are those my only options?
To be stuck with the worst
And all the complications?

No!
I will snatch my life back
The amount of stress this conjures
Is enough to give Atlas a...

Do I not have control?
Where are the reigns?
Is this all a joke?
Stranding me in fast lanes
Maybe I should take control
Maybe it doesn’t matter
If it’s a choice between vainess and death
I’d rather do the latter
But that can’t be right
Are those my only options?
To be stuck with the worst
And all the complications?
No!
I will snatch my life back
The amount of stress this conjures
Is enough to give Atlas a...

Category: miscellaneous

1. The saddest thing about death is that it occurs in the middle of life.

2. Emotions are the wings,  foolish people use, to fly away from their duties. 

 
 

I've also been alone
                                Am I missing out?
no siblings to groan
                                who frequents the walls of their mind
no friends to phone
                                Forever scribbling their spouts
left to my own tone
                                when it's supposed to be mined
but this is my home




 

He jumped up, gasping for air. He yanked at the restraints at his wrists. He coughed and choked his way to consciousness. The images that went through his mind were awful. Over and over, he watched his friends hurt. He watched his parents die. His sister...
What?
Just like that, they were gone again. The only thing he felt was the warmth of something on his chin and the prick of something going into his arm.
Again. Under what felt...

Anxiety hits me at the speed of light, never
crashing.

 Sadness looms over my mental, showering
me with depression.

 Self-doubt makes me question if I should continue
on my lifelong ambitions.

Always in a room with loneliness, isolating
me with his disregard.

My head pivots backwards, looking back
at past mistakes instead of forward.

Friends, thought to be in the picture for
eternity, faded away like ash.

All past sins. All past failures plague my cerebral, during the times
I...

Do I not have control?
Where are the reigns?
Is this all a joke?
Stranding me in fast lanes

Maybe I should take control
Maybe it doesn’t matter
If it’s a choice between vainess and death
I’d rather do the latter

But that can’t be right
Are those my only options?
To be stuck with the worst
And all the complications?

No!
I will snatch my life back
The amount of stress this conjures
Is enough to give Atlas a...

Do I not have control?
Where are the reigns?
Is this all a joke?
Stranding me in fast lanes
Maybe I should take control
Maybe it doesn’t matter
If it’s a choice between vainess and death
I’d rather do the latter
But that can’t be right
Are those my only options?
To be stuck with the worst
And all the complications?
No!
I will snatch my life back
The amount of stress this conjures
Is enough to give Atlas a...

I've also been alone
                                Am I missing out?
no siblings to groan
                                who frequents the walls of their mind
no friends to phone
                                Forever scribbling their spouts
left to my own tone
                                when it's supposed to be mined
but this is my home




 

He jumped up, gasping for air. He yanked at the restraints at his wrists. He coughed and choked his way to consciousness. The images that went through his mind were awful. Over and over, he watched his friends hurt. He watched his parents die. His sister...
What?
Just like that, they were gone again. The only thing he felt was the warmth of something on his chin and the prick of something going into his arm.
Again. Under what felt...

Perhaps home is a place. Perhaps it is a person. But in any case, one must always have a bit of the world.