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Just cut alittle deeper,
You'll get used to the bleeding wound.
Just become a bigger cheater,
You'll forget how much you lose.
Do the things you won't remember,
By the time you have to choose.
Go outside the lines much further,
Try not to think when you make a move.
Say what fits in the moment,
Without a thought of someone's heart.
Think of only what you can get,
You'll forget others from the start.
Just do what the world is doing,
You'll forget you have a mind.
Just take your life into ur own hands,
You'll soon leave your life behind.
You'll get used to the bleeding wound.
Just become a bigger cheater,
You'll forget how much you lose.
Do the things you won't remember,
By the time you have to choose.
Go outside the lines much further,
Try not to think when you make a move.
Say what fits in the moment,
Without a thought of someone's heart.
Think of only what you can get,
You'll forget others from the start.
Just do what the world is doing,
You'll forget you have a mind.
Just take your life into ur own hands,
You'll soon leave your life behind.
Literature
the science of sleep.
i don't sleep anymore. or at least i don't think i do. it's one of those things i stopped keeping track of like the number of words that make my mother cry (cancer, lists). if i'm being honest, i stopped sleeping (maybe) around the time i started thinking in a series of parentheses.
because i don't sleep, my arteries demand too much air (oxygen, clean) from the space outside my window. i make my room my heart, cold. it fills with a wind only bricks can breathe, an ice only soil is willing to withstand. i am winter's soul.
the world becomes a different place when you stop noticing sound (mute, black and white film) and start noticing every m
Literature
Depression (in Eight Parts)
I.
I took a walk once, and
Depression walked alongside me.
"I want to be alone," I told him.
"I know," he replied,
"Why do you think I'm here?"
II.
"I have a plan,"
Depression said to me.
"Not today," I said.
"I'm tired."
He frowned and asked,
"How did you know my plan?"
III.
I gave the weekend over to Depression
but he took three days
instead of two.
"Think of it as an investment," he said.
"And maybe I'll let you have a Friday night
without regrets."
IV.
Fallen to the floor
I look up and see
he's smiling at me.
"You know what they say
about old dogs."
He's doing this on purpose,
I know he is-
and it's working.
"They can't l
Literature
how to become a writer
have parents that separate
when you’re in high school;
a father filled with unused anger
and a mother too busy to care.
pretend it doesn’t hurt.
let your friends treat you
like dirt;
after all,
everything is your fault.
listen to their problems with a fake smile
all the while crying out because
everything hurts and no one can see.
press a knife to your skin,
but be too cowardly to
draw your own blood.
fall in love with people
who could never notice you,
because you’re
just. not. good.
enough.
chew on the multicolored
strands of your hair.
(you can’t stop runni
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Short, sweet, and to the point. :]
- Carolyn
- Carolyn