The glass is splintered. 

The mirror cracked. 

The painting destroyed. 

The frame hacked. 

The chair is sawed in two. 

The clock without cuckoo. 

The walls are clawed. 

The paint chipped. 

The mattress gone. 

The blankets ripped. 

Ripped and teared.

Now I am scared. 

But what do I fear?

Who was here? 

I wish to be sedated.

That is what I said,

when I turned off the evening news.

Truth is painful and unattractive.

Life is unappealing.

I wish to be drowned in contentment.

Yes.

I wish to live an eternal life,

surrounded by my sorrows, ambitions, and guilty pleasures.

I will forever turn my gaze away from the ill.

I will forever turn my gaze away from the betrayed.

I will forever turn my gaze toward the mirror.

I wish to be sedated.

I will forever shove pop culture down my throat.

I will forever protect my own life.

I will forever do nothing to aid humanity.

We are all broken,

and we do not wish to be fixed.

Pointing fingers-

Lay the blame.

Armchair winners-

Play great games.

No one's perfect,

Not I nor you.

Words are worthless-

Without follow-through.

Talk is cheap-

Egos scream.

Actions speak-

Beyond daydreams.

We're ALL broken.

Yes, I said it.

When words are spoken...

Don't forget this!

We are what we do

And not what we say.

Seek wisdom, be truth;

And have a great day.

I'm sorry I ruin your day.

I'm sorry I'm broken and torn.

I'm sorry I hurt you with my words.

I'm sorry I broke my promises.

I'm sorry I can't fight for myself anymore.

I'm sorry that I feel so empty and tired.

I'm sorry that I want to leave and cause even more pain.

I'm sorry I don't have the guts to leave.

I'm sorry for every cut I've ever made.

I'm sorry for every scar that I have.

I'm sorry that I didn't kill myself before I met you.

I'm sorry that I love you too much to let you go.

I'm sorry for everything. 

There's the sky why dont you fly? they've clipped my wings of all the things. There's the night go shine your light. It's been dimmed out they've shown me doubt. There's a race,wont you run? I've lost sight of goals, they've shown me fun. There's a torn spirit,wont you reach out? I wish that I could, but mines so worn out . . . 

 by: Heather Hughes

Im crying,Im changing,Im dying inside,my soul I am slaying,my feelings I hide.Break down my walls and save me I shout!But nobody hears me,they'll not help me out.Im disappearing,Im foreign,my mind has a mind of its own,even on the inside I can't feel at home.Someone preserve me,make it alright,don't leave me alone in the darkness tonight.Im sick,Im weak,my body is weary,my burdens are heavy,my eyes they are teary.There's no doctor inside try and fix it myself,soo much time this does take,but there's nobody else.Im trying,Im failing,my spirit is worn,on the outside Im fine,on the inside Im torn.Does noone care enough to see what's behind these walls I've built for me?I've gotten tired of waiting,tried meeting half way,but Im back at the bottom the end of each day.If noone cares,then why should I?Is it behind my walls that I shall die?

 by: Heather Hughes

Yesterday was one year and five months.

I can't tell you how many days

because I lost count.

I can tell you that the need is always there like a nagging poke at the back of my mind but for one year and five months I had been able to ignore it. I had been able to push it aside.

But yesterday was different.

Don't ask me why because in all honesty I wouldn't be able to tell you.

It's hard enough for me to understand even after so many years of battling my bipolar disorder and depression.

One year and five months went down the drain... literally as I watched the blood go down the drain right after it.

Yesterday, it felt good to feel numb after letting my addiction take over.

Yesterday, I knew that today would be a numbing, draining day with my thoughts and guilt. I knew that the need would once again become a nagging poke because I couldn't let it come to the forefront of my mind again.

I was right.

Yeterday was one of the worse days I've had in a long time.

I wouldn't be able to tell you why and what triggered it because I don't know.

What I can tell you is that today is

Day One...

I feel so trapped,

    so out of place

Nothing in common

    with this human race

Terror and pain,

    it's all so obscene

Most inhumane and

    so very unclean

Think if you will

    just how you would feel

If dropped into a place,

    foreign, surreal

Anger and war

    and merciless greed

Compassion so scarce,

    no love left to need

Surrounded by beasts

    more selfish than not

You want to relate,

    you give it a shot

The harder you try,

    the farther away

Can't run and hide,

    surviving each day

It may just be me,

    I may be insane

Regardless I'm living

    on a different plain

The violence I see

    is not in my head

The petty debris that

    the powerless shed

Trade in your soul

    for seconds of fame

In the long run,

    you'll know who to blame

I wait for the day

    I find out it's a hoax

For now just a bit

   of compassion I coax.

I’m drowning

Slowly letting go

My head is spinning out of control

I can feel myself sinking in the deep

My thoughts pushing me down, watching me sink

Every step I take is another step back

I’m never going forward

Yet I’m never going back

I’ll always be stuck here

Treading this water

Cause if I stop

I’ll be six feet under

They tell me I'm broken

But that it will all be okay

I don't believe them, not today

We are all broken

Shards of glass that don't fit

The world is moving on

Not everyone moves with it.

Like seven billion shattered shards,

Jagged and permanently scarred;

We are all broken,

We've all tasted salt on our lips,

Cold tears slowing slipping down,

Yet somehow we learned from pain;

Let crimson wash away.

We are fractions of an impossible puzzle,

Losing sight of the final goal,

Pieces lost and pieces found,

Ashen edges worn and tired,

Faded picture barely seen,

Yet somehow fitting still;

Let the fragments join together again.

Like actors; our lives,

Chapters of an everlasting story,

Beginning forgotten;

Chapters ending without answers,

The pages ripped and aging,

Yet somehow always growing;

Let every word be engraved with care.

We are all broken,

We've all walked alone in darkness;

Stood together in light,

Everyone knows pain,

Loss at a silent, decaying grave,

Yet all of us are slowly healing;

Let every soul rise unbroken...