♥
Thursday, July 19, 2007
nanagoesbananas is on
-hiatus-
nothing but useless rambling.
if you are too busy studying, dont bother reading.
honestly.
Life is stressful;
Each day is chipping away a small part.
Leaving pieces behind,
Shattering your mental self,
And you try scratching the surface to stop the pain.
Four walls closing in on you.
Not being able to escape anywhere - Home, Relationship, Friends, School.
The four walls which you try to climb. But they keep getting higher and higher.
Pushing you down. Enclosing you in darkness.
You try and struggle to climb out of this small area, which is slowly being engulfed.
Try as you might, hands from the bottom pull you down, hands from the top push you down.
You cant escape.
Relieving your stress isnt a right idea either.
It might evoke even more unrest and displeasure.
No more discussion. You try to shut out the voices screaming in your head.
Small silent whispers to the world; Horrible loud shouting in your ears.
They're cornering you. There's nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
Hide. Anywhere you go it's nothing but a dead end, a dark corner.
No little spaces for you to hide and escape.
For you to just relax, to take a breather.
Even when you sleep, you try to shut it all out from you.
You toss and turn, sweat trickling down,
And to your dismay, even the pills dont work.
Discard all thoughts, try and try again.
In the end erupting in tears.
How useless. You cant even sleep - the simplest thing any human can do.
Eventually the tears weigh your eyelids down,
That prickling sensation is nothing more than what any drug can do.
Crumbling?
Falling apart?
For what?
In the end, all you get is a piece of paper.
That's all it takes to survive in society.
Screw your troubles; screw your mental state; screw how "sad" and "emotional unstable" you are.
Nomore pishposh.
Bury your head in the books.
Dig your grave.
♥
Thursday, July 19, 2007
nanagoesbananas is on
-hiatus-
nothing but useless rambling.
if you are too busy studying, dont bother reading.
honestly.
Life is stressful;
Each day is chipping away a small part.
Leaving pieces behind,
Shattering your mental self,
And you try scratching the surface to stop the pain.
Four walls closing in on you.
Not being able to escape anywhere - Home, Relationship, Friends, School.
The four walls which you try to climb. But they keep getting higher and higher.
Pushing you down. Enclosing you in darkness.
You try and struggle to climb out of this small area, which is slowly being engulfed.
Try as you might, hands from the bottom pull you down, hands from the top push you down.
You cant escape.
Relieving your stress isnt a right idea either.
It might evoke even more unrest and displeasure.
No more discussion. You try to shut out the voices screaming in your head.
Small silent whispers to the world; Horrible loud shouting in your ears.
They're cornering you. There's nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
Hide. Anywhere you go it's nothing but a dead end, a dark corner.
No little spaces for you to hide and escape.
For you to just relax, to take a breather.
Even when you sleep, you try to shut it all out from you.
You toss and turn, sweat trickling down,
And to your dismay, even the pills dont work.
Discard all thoughts, try and try again.
In the end erupting in tears.
How useless. You cant even sleep - the simplest thing any human can do.
Eventually the tears weigh your eyelids down,
That prickling sensation is nothing more than what any drug can do.
Crumbling?
Falling apart?
For what?
In the end, all you get is a piece of paper.
That's all it takes to survive in society.
Screw your troubles; screw your mental state; screw how "sad" and "emotional unstable" you are.
Nomore pishposh.
Bury your head in the books.
Dig your grave.
