This lock won’t open. I can’t find the key and I don’t know where I last saw it. It reminds me of my current relationships and how these people I called my friends have locked me out. It’s probably because I’ve become so anti social since Damien broke up with me. Whatever. Where’s that damn key? The last place I saw it was the kitchen counter, when I went to get a snack before work. Before work… did I take it to work?
Nelle
to keep away, hidden in the dark depths of my thoughts; forever unnoticed and never given a slight chance at embrace.lock out the world and believe in yourself,no looking back, no regrets;just pure strength that is how you lock out the real world and the torture brought with it. lock in the darkness of my soul never to be shared with that of the unforgivable negligence of those whom never believed to show that dreams do come true.
cassandra
I wish my journal was always locked away. But I’m forgetful, thoughtless. I’ve “lost” many journals in my life. Until one day I found them in my moms bottom drawer of her dresser. I knew she had them when my therapist mentioned the guy who touched me when I was 13. One thing you never think while writing your most deepest secrets is that they will be stolen and used to put you in a hospital.
The door locks with a click. A single snapping action seals the fate of everyone in the room. There is no way out. The light diminishes as the door creaks to a close, and with it any room for hope. We are trapped
Khalyd
alright, here’s the lock down on coffee. first of all, let me just ask, does everyone who drinks this stuff face this problem as well? Need to use the bathroom? Here just have one cup of this lovely morning manuer inducing milk. Yes that’s right. It’s meant to wake you up, correct? well my friends, if the caffene doesn’t quite kick in right away, i’m sure, if you’re like me, after a few sips, the snake nipping at your butt hole, threatening a violent escape, will quickly snap you out of that morning daze. Yes, that’s right. And yes, that’s why the starbucks bathroom aways smells like a business man just delievered twins, reah and dia, ask you’re wife about them. She knew them pretty well, you know, she had them last time you guys went to T-belll. yeah.
This lock won’t open. I can’t find the key and I don’t know where I last saw it. It reminds me of my current relationships and how these people I called my friends have locked me out. It’s probably because I’ve become so anti social since Damien broke up with me. Whatever. Where’s that damn key? The last place I saw it was the kitchen counter, when I went to get a snack before work. Before work… did I take it to work?
to keep away, hidden in the dark depths of my thoughts; forever unnoticed and never given a slight chance at embrace.lock out the world and believe in yourself,no looking back, no regrets;just pure strength that is how you lock out the real world and the torture brought with it. lock in the darkness of my soul never to be shared with that of the unforgivable negligence of those whom never believed to show that dreams do come true.
I wish my journal was always locked away. But I’m forgetful, thoughtless. I’ve “lost” many journals in my life. Until one day I found them in my moms bottom drawer of her dresser. I knew she had them when my therapist mentioned the guy who touched me when I was 13. One thing you never think while writing your most deepest secrets is that they will be stolen and used to put you in a hospital.
The door locks with a click. A single snapping action seals the fate of everyone in the room. There is no way out. The light diminishes as the door creaks to a close, and with it any room for hope. We are trapped
alright, here’s the lock down on coffee. first of all, let me just ask, does everyone who drinks this stuff face this problem as well? Need to use the bathroom? Here just have one cup of this lovely morning manuer inducing milk. Yes that’s right. It’s meant to wake you up, correct? well my friends, if the caffene doesn’t quite kick in right away, i’m sure, if you’re like me, after a few sips, the snake nipping at your butt hole, threatening a violent escape, will quickly snap you out of that morning daze. Yes, that’s right. And yes, that’s why the starbucks bathroom aways smells like a business man just delievered twins, reah and dia, ask you’re wife about them. She knew them pretty well, you know, she had them last time you guys went to T-belll. yeah.