Posts made by Hales18

@mr_peanut I'm actually working on a book
Hopefully I can get it published

3 am.
the clock is ticking.
The sky is dark with no stars.
A hear a sound.

3:15 am
Things are in places,
they weren't before.
My mind playing a trick?

3:30 am
The devil hour the call it.
I see many faces.
My mind still playing a trick?

I hear a voice.
"Welcome to the crazy hour"

Things go black
everything is silent.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.
Your part in my story was over, and I had to accept it.

"we understand," they all claim.

"But do you?
Do you understand
Tears rolling down your cheeks
at 3 am?
Do you understand
Permanent sadness?
The hollow feeling
You get when you know
You'll always be alone?
Do you really think
that you understand?!?" I screamed at them.

All they could manage was a small gulp As they tor their eyes away and told themselves that they understood.

I want a love that would make Shakespeare blush.

@hex-gosip Discord and TWS are two different things shit head

@hex-gosip Because I'm most active
and I want a bigger title

https://discord.gg/EnZhZ3

@cjko Do you even lift bro?

What is life?

@im-bored I AGREE

My heart is a mess. A beautiful mess. Perfectly Ruined. Splendidly destroyed.
And now you're a just a stranger with all my secrets.
Sometimes, I'm the mess.
Sometimes, I'm the broom.
On the hardest days, I have to be both.

She has a bookshelf for a heart,
and ink runs through her veins,
She'll write you into her story,
With the typewriter in her brain,
Her bookshelf's getting crowded,
With all the stories that she's penned,
Of the people who flicked through her pages,
But close the book before the bed,
And there's one pushed to very back,
That' still collecting dust,
With its title in her finest writing,
"The One's Who Lost My Trust",
There's books she's scared to open,
And books she doesn't close,
Stories of every person she's met,
Stretched out in endless rows,
Some people have only a sentence,
While other once held a main part
Thousands of inky footprints,
That they've left across her heart,
You might wonder why she does this,
Why write of people she once knew?
But she hopes one day she'll mean enough,
For someone to write about her too.

I want to be a mod..I'm in America..But sadly I don't think I have enough rep..

@justchatamy I'm on pending now!

@justchatamy How do I do that?

Are we living in a fantasy or reality?

@mr_peanut I agree.

She smiled softly, but this time it was different. Her face smiled but her eyes didn't.

Silence is an answer too.

Tell me about your heart, how it stole breath from my lungs and still warmed my veins.

Take every chance. Drop every fear.

There's always a little truth behind every "Just Kidding"
A little Knowledge behind every "I don't know"
A little emotion behind every "I don't care"
A little pain behind every "It's okay"

She wasn't waiting for a knight,
She was waiting for a sword.

Someone once asked me, "Why do you always insist on taking the hard road?"

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as "safe" to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.

You hear, But are you listening?
You exist, but are you living?
You look, But do you see?

@zoomzoom I did not!

@zoomzoom I've tried and all I get is cheated on.

@abhay_ i'm tired of hearing goodbyes! I just want someone to call mine!