I'm 18 years old, recovering addict, boderline personality disorder, I've hitched my away across the US, I've been in hospitals more times than I can count, every person who knows me would describe me in a diffrent way. I write to keep myself sane, I always have. I never shared any of it before (out of fear and because I'm very critical of my work) so I'm trying to break out of my shell. I also want to put some other projects involving photography into action, maybe start college in January. I change my mind constantly, I live in extreams, but I'm interesting to get to know..I think.
My quieted voice is now screaming
The pain inside my heart is bleeding
My damaged body is healing
From the pain that you caused
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Every night they relive their loved ones death
I sleep with him confined in my necklace
his ash against my skin
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After his death silenced me
and I felt that pain of wishing he was here
that he would come to me in my dreams
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I'm so tired from all this walking
and my eyes cant bear the sight of this world
my heart is longing for devotion
and of the promises we are told
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