Depression can eat you alive.
It furiously twists your emotions
and plays with your mind.
Like a labyrinth, it's full of twisty
turns and threatening dead ends.
With every step I take, I seem
to entangle myself more.
"You don't deserve to be happy."
The voice in my head tells me.
I try to fight it, but it strangles me
in it's blood-boiling grip.
I gasp for breath, but this monster
drowns me in liquid sorrow.
I can't explain why I
feel this way,
but something inside of me says
"It's time to let go."
You've got a flesh-ripping grip over my emotions
and I can't fucking pull away.
With all my might,
and all my strength,
I'm still trapped in your death grip.
Let go.
Please, I beg of you.
Your oversensitive and irritable moods
drive me up the wall.
I'm done with being your mother.
I'm sick of giving an arm and a leg
just to make you happy.
I'm
so
so
so
so
SO DAMN DONE.
Hurtful words exchanged
in the heat of the moment.
Anger & Confusion boil
deep inside me
and eventually,
will erupt.
I want nothing to do with you,
so PLEASE do not have
anything to do with me.
I walk away with my head
held high.
But my heart aches like sore feet
after a long hike.
A long journey.
Nothing you can do or say
can make this better.
Nothing.
The Thrill, The Dance. by huntermills101, literature
Literature
The Thrill, The Dance.
I love the thrill,
the dance,
the chase.
When I've caught you,
I've got you.
But after a short while,
I lose interest.
I lose you.
There's no more exciting feelings,
no more thrill.
I'm quickly bored with your presence.
Ahh, just go away.
You're old news.
Depression can eat you alive.
It furiously twists your emotions
and plays with your mind.
Like a labyrinth, it's full of twisty
turns and threatening dead ends.
With every step I take, I seem
to entangle myself more.
"You don't deserve to be happy."
The voice in my head tells me.
I try to fight it, but it strangles me
in it's blood-boiling grip.
I gasp for breath, but this monster
drowns me in liquid sorrow.
I can't explain why I
feel this way,
but something inside of me says
"It's time to let go."
You've got a flesh-ripping grip over my emotions
and I can't fucking pull away.
With all my might,
and all my strength,
I'm still trapped in your death grip.
Let go.
Please, I beg of you.
Your oversensitive and irritable moods
drive me up the wall.
I'm done with being your mother.
I'm sick of giving an arm and a leg
just to make you happy.
I'm
so
so
so
so
SO DAMN DONE.
Hurtful words exchanged
in the heat of the moment.
Anger & Confusion boil
deep inside me
and eventually,
will erupt.
I want nothing to do with you,
so PLEASE do not have
anything to do with me.
I walk away with my head
held high.
But my heart aches like sore feet
after a long hike.
A long journey.
Nothing you can do or say
can make this better.
Nothing.
The Thrill, The Dance. by huntermills101, literature
Literature
The Thrill, The Dance.
I love the thrill,
the dance,
the chase.
When I've caught you,
I've got you.
But after a short while,
I lose interest.
I lose you.
There's no more exciting feelings,
no more thrill.
I'm quickly bored with your presence.
Ahh, just go away.
You're old news.
In a moment,
You can question your stability,
Whether you are of sound mind,
Or if you truly are apathetic,
In a moment,
You find the worst feeling in the world,
The one where you know,
There is nothing you can do,
In a moment,
You can lose a part of yourself,
You can find a scarier side of your mind,
Helpless,
Helpless to change,
Helpless to heal,
Confronted with the moment when you are sure,
You lack the knowledge to aid,
It is a simple moment,
But it is a moment that will change you,
Maybe for the better,
Maybe for the worst,
You may never know,
You may just move on,
Not caring,
Not really fearing,
But for your sake
I'm Hunter and I'm a sophomore in high school. I love taking pictures and I try when I can. I use a Sony SuperSteadyShot which is my favorite "point-and-shoot" camera, since I'm not into all those fancy doo-dads or bells-n-whistles. I also write poetry when the mood strikes, and that's normally when life brings along a good experience. So far, none have hit me lately! :) Please check out my gallery, leave and comment or two, and definitely watch! Because more things will pop up whenever I decide to unleash the beast on you all. Thanks :)
- Hunter
Current Residence: Virginia Favourite genre of music: whatever Owl City is...I guess Techno? Favourite style of art: Photography, Traditional Art, Digital Art Operating System: PC! MP3 player of choice: iPod all the way ;) Favourite cartoon character: Girr from Invader Zim Personal Quote: Live. Laugh. Love
Because of lack of inspiration, my postings have become less and less frequent. But it has snowed alot here within the past 24 hours and tomorrow I'm grabbing the camera and heading out for a little photography session.
As for my horse pictures, I'm no longer horseback riding. July was the last time in the saddle, and as much as I do miss it, I don't miss the barn atmosphere or fellow riders.
I've never been one for the horse world. I was born into it, not "bought" into it.
I hated leaving, but financial issues forced the situation. :/
I'd love to go to the barn and snap some photos but . . . I'm pretty sure I'm not very welcome there
Hello Everyone! :)
April was the last time I journaled. This is long overdue.
I'm currently in an Crafts class for art this year. I am enjoying it very much and I am going to post pictures of my work right now.
As for everything else, there isn't much to talk about. I am still writing poetry and uploading my work as much I as can. It's been awhile since I've uploaded a picture, but I'm getting my new dog this morning and I'm planning on making him my new photo subject. They are so fun to photograph! :)
I've asked for a new camera for christmas. Let's cross our fingers! :D
Love you all. xx
Hunter