Haunted by the ghost
of the girl who once lived there,
The Room was a graveyard
of her bottomless despair.
Funnily enough,
The Room once kept her alive.
She couldn’t let them see her secrets;
she must survive.
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Today the world is grey. Every cloud, every window, every room. The same dull melancholy tones.
On days like today, its hard not to feel grey too.
Anorexia, Anxiety, Depression, Self-Harm, Suicide
How you have become my friends
You have grown up with me and have been by my side
Friends I could not live without
You guys have controlled my life
And have left me at the end of my rope
What I go through every day is very real
You have put me through the lowest darkest times
It angers me when people put off my issues
Like they don't even care, they don't even try
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This darkness in my head,
Sanity has vanished, dead.
A fire burning inside of me,
Talking to friends no one can see.
The voices growing bold,
Emotion has vanished, now i'm cold.
On autopilate forced to act,
Without thought or tact.
Running up to the roof,
Attempting the jump, thats the proof.
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Never hungry and never satisfied
I don’t know where to run
But I know where to hide
Past midnight wishing on the--
Is that a star or
a satellite? At
least the moon will always be bright.
Lonesome on a December night,
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The mind can be a fragile thing,
A labyrinth of thoughts within.
A maze of memories and dreams,
A place where reality begins.
But what happens when the mind takes flight,
And reason loses its hold on sight?
When the boundaries of sanity are crossed,
And the senses seem to become lost?
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The mind can be a fragile thing,
A labyrinth of thoughts within.
A maze of memories and dreams,
A place where reality begins.
But what happens when the mind takes flight,
And reason loses its hold on sight?
When the boundaries of sanity are crossed,
And the senses seem to become lost?
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I’m sorry for all the things I make you forget
For the times I abandoned you
for the lack of remorse and the absence of regret
For all the unfinished lists
and the times I lost faith
For always searching for an escape
Whiplash between dying hope and dwindling youth
always obscuring the real you
procrastination and perfection
is a deadly combination
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A walk among the moors is where I seek solace
Among the largest expanses of heather,
To the South, the Vale of Pickering
How breath-taking, the moorland plateau,
Broken by deep vales and valleys
That embrace cultivated woodland,
It is where I seek solace,
To clear my troubled mind
A haven that understands me
Where no questions of me are asked
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