Break the mirror

They say insecurity can't kill you. I beg to differ. Those days you hate yourself it hurts the thought crosses your mind. When your emotions are overflowing so much you feel you're bursting at the seams. When you can't fake a smile like you usually do because your heart aches. Your throat is sore from holding in tears. Your heart has been beaten down to a pulp and your mind is empty. Sadness creeps onto you like fog and you've become suffocated by your misery. the misery you try so hard to escape from. But now you've given up on trying to make everything okay. Because it's just easier to surround yourself in all the unwanted emotions. Let them consume until your heart turns black and the world is gray. Break the mirror out of rage that makes your hands shake and your heart race. Scream until your lungs deflate and your voice gives out. Let the world pass by while you stay in the same spot stuck in the moment you can't let go of.

My vice

My only ways to survive is music. And writing. That's the only way for me to escape from everything. Heartbreak, stress, anger, abd all the stuff in the middle. What really helps is Paramore, My Chemical Romance, and the almighty Eminem.Marshall Mathers' lyrics are what makes me feel whole.

Not alone

I try to be your friend, I really do. Cause I see how other people perceive you, how they laugh at you and refuse to take you seriously. But I'm different. I say everyone who doesn't like you can shut the hell up and stop licking you.
Cause I've been there where you feel like crap and the most important thing in your life right now is the acceptance of the people around, because now at least they like you. But that's not how life is supposed to be. You're better than that. But for some reason you don't think so. You live your life like your a piece of gum on the floor people scrape their sneakers on. You associate yourself with people who poke fun at your sorrows like it's their favorite game. And that's why I don't get you. You can do so much better. Cause I've seen you. The real you. And the person you're yearning to be is ripping you apart. In the end, it's you who has to be your support system, because I can't make decisions for you. I can't take the razor out of your hand, no matter how hard I want to. And it kills me to see them, the scars you try to hide, cause I can't do anything about it. I know it's not my job, but it makes me sick how people ignore you and make you ignore yourself, how people take advantage of your pain.
And even though I don't understand you, I'm gonna keep on trying to. Because being misunderstood makes you feel like your in a void of loneliness that's incurable and sometimes it feels like your stuck with no one but yourself, and the hate you harbor. The hole inside you gets bigger till you're enveloped in your own rage and insecurity. Suddenly, it's as if there's no turning back, and you're so deep in the emotions you tried so hard to escape you can't seem to get out.
I get it.And you need to know that you're not alone. I understand more than you give me credit. Just because I don't show it, doesn't mean I don't have so much emotions it hurts. Doesn't mean I don't hide behind my smile for convenience. Or that I don't know what it feels like to have almost everyone you know shove you into a box you don't fit into.