SplitLike a mirror, split in two
One half dreams, the other denies
One hopes, the other lives
These two halves should be two people...
For one can't possibly be two,
without dire consequences.
So who should one listen to;
One hopes for a life,
while the other leads a different.
How can one live,
with a soul split,
Letter to myselfDear me,
Why is it every time something negative happens, you can't let go? You've said yourself that no one can changed what's happened. You can say that to everyone else, but I can't say it to yourself. Don't say that you're fighting your problems, but also don't say you're running away from them. You're just stuck in neutral, you just let life pass you by. So keep playing those sad songs, because soon that's all that's gonna be left.
Maybe the reason the little things hurt you so much, is because you try so hard to be the "you" you want to be (and possibly because you're so freaking paranoid). Stop holding your tongue, let your thoughts be heard...or at least get them out there. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, and stop being upset over the stupid, small, insignificant that's happened. It time you start having fun, you might get to actually live a life.
The choice is yours; stay the way you are and risk your own mental health or get ov
Fallen Chapter 3 I could only look as he came towards me with the knife. He mumbled something but I couldn't hear him. I shut my eyes as his footsteps grew louder and louder. Another voice whimpered behind me, if only I could do something I heard the knife slice through the air.
My pale white walls were suddenly there and the sun was glaring at me. The alarm clock buzzed and my mother was banging on the door screaming how I was going to be late. I heaved myself out of bed with a heavy sigh. Moving boxes were still scattered on the floor. My closet was open and empty. Shit. I regretted that I didn't unpack my clothes first.
"Esme, we need to get going! You don't want to be late do you?!?!" My mother barged in, with her usual attire on; dyed blond hair in a messy bun, solid purple tee-shirt, matching grey jacket and slacks, and black pumps. I just looked at her and pointed at the giant poster of violets on the wall b