The Abused

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I remember heart ache now. What it feels like to have nothing left inside of you.. There is a hole in my chest where my heart once stood. Now I feel nothing but the empty coldness of that hole. It sinks deeper and deeper, like a knife driven to kill. I bared my heart too open for the world and now it has been ripped from me. I’m left here to shake in the frustration of me not being able to conjure tears. Now I sit here and wonder…what’s the difference between my chest and the greatest abyss?

sherlockedpotterhead:

Hoorah.

(via threehundredandsixtyfivewithhim)

Does this world’s darkness have no end? It always comes to mind that you have forgotten me. My heart aches knowing I HAD the place HE HAS. It turns my blood cold and all I hear is Death’s whispers in my ear. (J.R.)

And for you, my other J.R., you hold a place in my heart, but you feel I neglect you. I admitted something I’ve prolonged to say many of many moons yet you lie there alone tonight. (J.R.)

Ah, you, there is no one like you out there but do not be blinded by friendship. Feelings between us we’re never really dormant. Even you know this to be true. (I.A.)

And you my Rhiannon.. This is hard but you love not a man but a demon who’s heart is colder than ice, and who’s intentions are that equal of man. You love me and I love you, but what do you really see?

Yeah my momma picks on me, but that’s just the way of life;
Every time we argue, always ends with me and a knife.
Thoughts of ending this shit, always run through my mind;
I hear the devil calling, and he’s yelling “your mine”.
- G.C

I cried for the first time in many many moons tonight… Only two tears were shed…but they were enough to make me remember the taste of mortality.

Its good to see people move on right? Wrong. It hurts and cuts deeper than any blade a mortal body has ever received in the history of man. But in this pain blooms a sad poetic man, who speaks of nothing but the truth and the whole of that truth. Believe me mortal when I say, pain and agony is the birth place of something beautiful. Let your pain guide you in the way of the Voice. And with this said, I bid you a sweet, dark night.

It never ceases to fail that EVERYTIME I get in a car with my mother, I get a look on her face that always shows her curiosity and irritation. I was late 15 min to go outside so she could pick me up and I can hear the gears clanking inside her feeble stressed mind. And I’m left here to wonder, Why are you taking this beyond the horizon? I just don’t understand, but then again, even the man who knows everything KNOWS he knows nothing.

Yeah, I smoke when I’m mad.
Yeah, I’m mad.
Why? Because when I DON’T smoke my medicine, I’m not me. I’m not happy. I’m ALWAYS irritated.