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Bedridden and Crisising
07-10-16 09:42 PM
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This is a true story, so I hope you enjoy. Just kidding I don't care if you do or don't. This is someone's life, it's not mean't to be judged this happens to many people. This is what they go through, never judge someone learn about them get to know the real them what made them how they are today. This is not a plea or cry for attention or help, this is something I want people to understand, this is important don't brush it off. We're all special and different, it's true. We have have difficulties and strifes and this is what many people go through. So I know this has carried on long enough, but again please read this truthfully and with your heart. I know I put mine into this, and just remember this is just the beginning of this story, the end is when we die. Thank you. They said you should try Dark Poetry, deg omgoifonotg. Ok but don't say I didn't warn you lot. "Bedridden and Crisising" It's really long so backoff <3 “To finally wake up or to go back to Moreover, one of the most distressing and vexing problems I had with that day was having to keep up with the on and off screeching of the alarm clock. Additionally, earning me the trouble of having to smash the snooze button every few minutes just to end the dreadful commotion not allowing me to rest my drooping eyelids. Furthermore, the point of striking the snooze button soon became a chore, so as to finally end its role in making my life even more tiring. I ended it, by tearing the plug free from its outlet never to ring or beep again. In the light of this strange turn of events, I left myself with the thought of being hopeful that I probably could finally experience a sense of peace and quiet. Nothing more would or could hope to rouse my bodily mass free from the constraints of all the blankets and pillows surrounding me with pure softness and warmth, like the sun shining on my body. Why would I ever let anything disturb me, especially in this moment where I feel at the most comfortable I have in forever. I would have to be the biggest fool in the world to ever have the thought of leaving everything behind. What would be the point of leaving anyway? I knew very well that I didn’t have the strength nor the will to be able to physically or mentally exit out of my very own “Safehaven” my safe and secure “Jail Cell”, also known as my bed… Why would I ever want to leave in the first place? There’s no one to deal with here, nothing to vex me out of the mood, no one to annoy or hurt me, especially since I’m in my bed. There would be no actual point in even moving, I’m perfectly safe in my perfect little prison of covers, no one would ever even dare to move me or try to infringe upon my safe haven. I wonder what would happen if I actually did get up and out of my bed? No, that would require too much effort for me to complete and besides it’s not like there’s anything for me to accomplish if I did get up and leave, so there really is no point in me getting out of bed today or probably ever… Now I wonder, I really do, when will today finally come to its end? “Particularly I would preferably enjoy it if today ended itself at this very moment.” I was starting to get bored of today, but then tomorrow will allow itself to enter into play. Then this horrible day can finally get over with and then all these nuisances will exit out of my mind, or is that just my wishful thinking playing pranks on me once again. But today is just like every other day is it not? Whether is was wishful thinking or my mind trying to tell me something I wouldn’t or rather couldn’t take any note of it. It was practically tear-jerking to hold the thought of maybe this is an endless cycle that will never end. It’s almost like there’s a chest, but that specific chest is containing your very own life and just to add to the dismay that chest is padlocked in every way possible forcing you to endlessly search for keys that will never be found. When will the keys to the chest ever be found, or will they been long forgotten and you’ll have succumbed to the disparity of accepting your life being locked away from your very own grasp, just lying there watching this chest stare at you yearning to be opened and have yourself freed from its clutches. Do the keys even exist, Will I ever open these padlocks, Will I ever be able to set myself free of this eternal damnation? There is no truer feeling of sadness and despair than having your own life locked up and put in front of you, basically taunting you with every passing moment and glance you take at it. It’s like lying down but as you hit the ground you’re surrounded by millions of white petals slowly turning black and covering the sky above slowly taking over every ray of light that resides in your world. In the end, leaving you with nothing more but one last white flower stained with red representing your very last light, the remaining ray of hope and truth, this flower is your soul and heart. It could very well be the key itself, but why won’t the padlocks still unlatch and free themselves from the chest releasing your life. What if the sky never clears itself of the remaining shadow, what if that stained flower shows that I can’t be healed? As the time slowly passes by, sighting clouds chilling to the sight and experiencing the breeze softly sweeping across bare skin. Waves and waves, of pitch black water, splash and spray everywhere looking for every chance to drown you into the void. Feeling the freezing hands in the water pull you down deeper and deeper, covering your mouth forcing you to stop breathing. Should I let the water finally end the pain, be my demise? Learning to accept the reward of blasphemous migraines, and forget the power of feeling the measures of pain. How about a weapon, I can’t feel anyway it would be quick and easy, right? “Maybe it is my best bet is to end it all here right now, but how?” It was so difficult to formulate a systematic force of action, especially since I could barely keep my eyes open, as it was. I really couldn’t end it, in that moment I didn’t have the power. Once again the chest reveals itself, but this time breaking each and every single padlock it bore. Releasing the extent of your mind, soul, and body. One by one, all the black wilted petals fall, returning themselves to the cold hard earth. The dark cruel waters slowly dissipating away leaving you to be surrounded by petals. Reviving and regaining their true colours the petals shine and glimmer, being heaved by the whisps of the once cold but now loving and caring breeze. Enveloping you into a flurry of colour and life, trying to put your pieces back together. Slowly, the thoughts drifted out, today was slipping away, out of my mind and soul. Once again the skies cleared revealing the shimmering blaze of the sun. The slowly wilting flower in your hand raising itself to bloom with radiance, regaining the true colour of your soul. In the end, you’re left with heavy eyes and weak lids wanting to cut out of the light enveloping the inside with shade. This was a temporary moment of peace, a victory if you may. It may not be the last time this will happen, but even so I wanted to experience the sense of To be perfectly clear and honest, this is life. Life can be a cruel thing to live through, but every time you earn the slight chance to survive. You live anew become born once again, leaving that dead part of you behind. It will always come back to you, wanting every single chance to pull you back into it’s grasps. Wanting you to play its game just so this time it can win, and as the loser you must pay the winner your life. You must give up that chest, that revolting padlocked chest to the hands of hate. Treasure them, the times you win life’s game. Sadly, there is no happy ending. There never will be a happy ending to this story, you’re forced to live this for eternity. But even so you must transgress, and most importantly…...Live. They said you should try Dark Poetry, deg omgoifonotg. Ok but don't say I didn't warn you lot. "Bedridden and Crisising" It's really long so backoff <3 “To finally wake up or to go back to Moreover, one of the most distressing and vexing problems I had with that day was having to keep up with the on and off screeching of the alarm clock. Additionally, earning me the trouble of having to smash the snooze button every few minutes just to end the dreadful commotion not allowing me to rest my drooping eyelids. Furthermore, the point of striking the snooze button soon became a chore, so as to finally end its role in making my life even more tiring. I ended it, by tearing the plug free from its outlet never to ring or beep again. In the light of this strange turn of events, I left myself with the thought of being hopeful that I probably could finally experience a sense of peace and quiet. Nothing more would or could hope to rouse my bodily mass free from the constraints of all the blankets and pillows surrounding me with pure softness and warmth, like the sun shining on my body. Why would I ever let anything disturb me, especially in this moment where I feel at the most comfortable I have in forever. I would have to be the biggest fool in the world to ever have the thought of leaving everything behind. What would be the point of leaving anyway? I knew very well that I didn’t have the strength nor the will to be able to physically or mentally exit out of my very own “Safehaven” my safe and secure “Jail Cell”, also known as my bed… Why would I ever want to leave in the first place? There’s no one to deal with here, nothing to vex me out of the mood, no one to annoy or hurt me, especially since I’m in my bed. There would be no actual point in even moving, I’m perfectly safe in my perfect little prison of covers, no one would ever even dare to move me or try to infringe upon my safe haven. I wonder what would happen if I actually did get up and out of my bed? No, that would require too much effort for me to complete and besides it’s not like there’s anything for me to accomplish if I did get up and leave, so there really is no point in me getting out of bed today or probably ever… Now I wonder, I really do, when will today finally come to its end? “Particularly I would preferably enjoy it if today ended itself at this very moment.” I was starting to get bored of today, but then tomorrow will allow itself to enter into play. Then this horrible day can finally get over with and then all these nuisances will exit out of my mind, or is that just my wishful thinking playing pranks on me once again. But today is just like every other day is it not? Whether is was wishful thinking or my mind trying to tell me something I wouldn’t or rather couldn’t take any note of it. It was practically tear-jerking to hold the thought of maybe this is an endless cycle that will never end. It’s almost like there’s a chest, but that specific chest is containing your very own life and just to add to the dismay that chest is padlocked in every way possible forcing you to endlessly search for keys that will never be found. When will the keys to the chest ever be found, or will they been long forgotten and you’ll have succumbed to the disparity of accepting your life being locked away from your very own grasp, just lying there watching this chest stare at you yearning to be opened and have yourself freed from its clutches. Do the keys even exist, Will I ever open these padlocks, Will I ever be able to set myself free of this eternal damnation? There is no truer feeling of sadness and despair than having your own life locked up and put in front of you, basically taunting you with every passing moment and glance you take at it. It’s like lying down but as you hit the ground you’re surrounded by millions of white petals slowly turning black and covering the sky above slowly taking over every ray of light that resides in your world. In the end, leaving you with nothing more but one last white flower stained with red representing your very last light, the remaining ray of hope and truth, this flower is your soul and heart. It could very well be the key itself, but why won’t the padlocks still unlatch and free themselves from the chest releasing your life. What if the sky never clears itself of the remaining shadow, what if that stained flower shows that I can’t be healed? As the time slowly passes by, sighting clouds chilling to the sight and experiencing the breeze softly sweeping across bare skin. Waves and waves, of pitch black water, splash and spray everywhere looking for every chance to drown you into the void. Feeling the freezing hands in the water pull you down deeper and deeper, covering your mouth forcing you to stop breathing. Should I let the water finally end the pain, be my demise? Learning to accept the reward of blasphemous migraines, and forget the power of feeling the measures of pain. How about a weapon, I can’t feel anyway it would be quick and easy, right? “Maybe it is my best bet is to end it all here right now, but how?” It was so difficult to formulate a systematic force of action, especially since I could barely keep my eyes open, as it was. I really couldn’t end it, in that moment I didn’t have the power. Once again the chest reveals itself, but this time breaking each and every single padlock it bore. Releasing the extent of your mind, soul, and body. One by one, all the black wilted petals fall, returning themselves to the cold hard earth. The dark cruel waters slowly dissipating away leaving you to be surrounded by petals. Reviving and regaining their true colours the petals shine and glimmer, being heaved by the whisps of the once cold but now loving and caring breeze. Enveloping you into a flurry of colour and life, trying to put your pieces back together. Slowly, the thoughts drifted out, today was slipping away, out of my mind and soul. Once again the skies cleared revealing the shimmering blaze of the sun. The slowly wilting flower in your hand raising itself to bloom with radiance, regaining the true colour of your soul. In the end, you’re left with heavy eyes and weak lids wanting to cut out of the light enveloping the inside with shade. This was a temporary moment of peace, a victory if you may. It may not be the last time this will happen, but even so I wanted to experience the sense of To be perfectly clear and honest, this is life. Life can be a cruel thing to live through, but every time you earn the slight chance to survive. You live anew become born once again, leaving that dead part of you behind. It will always come back to you, wanting every single chance to pull you back into it’s grasps. Wanting you to play its game just so this time it can win, and as the loser you must pay the winner your life. You must give up that chest, that revolting padlocked chest to the hands of hate. Treasure them, the times you win life’s game. Sadly, there is no happy ending. There never will be a happy ending to this story, you’re forced to live this for eternity. But even so you must transgress, and most importantly…...Live. |
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"... The risk of doing nothing is having lived a life without doing anything worth while" You've put such a heavy situation into such a short, clear way. I don't know how much I'm projecting onto it, how much is the post itself. It's a good thing to face. Totally warps you from your chill casual self otherwise. Edit * This is partly something been through and moved on from, but still feel in other ways. Guess you just learn how to handle it from experience. You've put such a heavy situation into such a short, clear way. I don't know how much I'm projecting onto it, how much is the post itself. It's a good thing to face. Totally warps you from your chill casual self otherwise. Edit * This is partly something been through and moved on from, but still feel in other ways. Guess you just learn how to handle it from experience. |
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This is a beautiful piece you have here. I really like it. I can't say I've been bedridden, but I'd imagine it sucked. The last 5 paragraphs were especially beautiful, and hit my feels just right too.  I love it! The last 5 paragraphs were especially beautiful, and hit my feels just right too. I love it! |
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