Illness
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I woke to the sound of heavy rain. Fragments of a dream in my head. An ex-lover, the cheating one. She’d been wearing a dress whilst walking through the snow. The sight of her had made me happy. Yet when I woke, I could only feel cold and indifferent. It’s strange to think that I Read more
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The sun sets solemnly, visibly indifferent through the trees upon the hill. Light is fractured by an abundance of leaves that sway in the breeze. It’s warm outside, and the day is old. Hours pass, comforting, mocking. Dust settles upon tired skin. Yawning, collapsing and daydreaming whilst everyone moves on regardless. Colours fading, thoughts succumbing. Read more
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all the dreadful people the ones who try too much to be real something they’re not weighing me down like heavy balloons i’m a good guy really with a decent heart but the world’s turned me into a cynical prick with hardened feelings and a lack of sympathy for anyone but myself i try to Read more
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the sounds of drilling and dogs barking no other people just me and my self loathing basking in sickly sunshine cigarettes and headaches emptiness forever even the trees don’t care for what i have to say they just sway like they’ve done for centuries everything goes on pain, love and misery oh misery me stood Read more
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drinking beer and sweating like a fucker cause my fan wont work i’m naked and i can’t open the window cause all the spiders will get in and crawl over my face so i write and drink as the evening disappears blissfully unaware of the horrors outside that destroy beauty and innocence like it’s something Read more
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I’ve been sleeping all day pretty much. I’m tired, and my bones ache. Even a warm bath can’t seem to heat them up. My hands don’t belong to me, they go against my wishes. My body just won’t move. It’s given up so it seems. In my bed looking out the window, all I can Read more
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Let me take you by the hand, and show you the horrors of what will be. Let me peel open my skull, and let the flashing lights blind you with abandon. My hands around your heart, I can feel the trembling waves of guilt that overcome you. The linguistics of my madness blossoming in your Read more
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Sinking feelings and angel dust. Babies breath and crushed hearts. Let me swim someplace where I can be free. Let me grow my beard and be a holy man. I’m tired of everything. Of broken dreams and time travel. My feelings are invisible, lost forever in the rain. There’s nothing in me except for a Read more
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Mental Illness. The unraveling nature, of thoughts beyond your control. The way your head eats away, the way it flowers with cancerous thoughts. Dead skin and daydreams, too much saliva and not enough love. Your mind is not your own. It is, gone. There’s a poltergeist within your brain, thinking things you don’t want it Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 