Current Residence: Essen, Germany
Favourite genre of music: a little bit of everthing
Favourite style of art: drawings, photos, selfmade clothes
Personal Quote: Fuck god and the devil - I'm my own master!
Alright then ... -Anonymous-Alright then ... -Anonymous- by ~LeylaLaMagra
Das ist was ich bin,
Und das ist, was Du bekommst,
Und das ist, was ich werden kann,
Wenn Du mich dazu anspornst.
Bei einem Querulanten trügt nicht,
Da betrügt der Schein;
Vielleicht hat er's gerafft und schafft
Jetzt aufrichtig zu sein.
De facto: das ist was Du bist,
Das ist exactly was ich will;
Seit Du hier 'reingeplatzt bist
Groovt der Spin mit neuem Drill.
Aus Augen wie den Deinen
Springt mir glatt das Meer entgegen;
Also, ab die Post,
Am End' gibt's Kosmen zu bewegen.
Wir fangen nicht zu klein an,
Wir stehl'n auch keine Pferde.
Wo wir uns lieben, Händchen halten,
Bleibt nichts als verbrannte Erde.
Sechs und sechs und sechzig Prozent
Menschheit in der Tasche
Ist ein guter Punktestand
Für eine handvoll Galaxien aus Asche.
Du warst schon da als ich noch nicht
Das achte mal geboren war.
Geschichten schreiben sich von selbst,
Man bleibt nicht unbefleckt
Wir haben Chakra 1 gecheckt,
Und damit Chakra 2 schon abge
Being BraveSo you think you know meBeing Brave by *n1saxmds
You think you've got me all figured out
But you don't know what it's like
To have all this insecurity and doubt.
So you want to know what's wrong
When tears are streaming down my face
You say you want to help me
But some scars you can't erase.
You plead for me to explain
As you squeeze my trembling hand
But I don't know what to say
That will make you understand.
These fears that haunt me daily
May seem small and dumb to you
But they control my mind
And there's nothing I can do.
You tell me to get over it
To step outside my cave
But you see, I cannot comprehend
This concept of being brave.
Understanding MeUnderstanding Me by *n1saxmds
Have you seen my scars?
How many have you seen?
Do you know how I got them?
Do you know what they mean?
Do you know how it feels,
To truly hate yourself,
To be afraid to open up,
Though you know that you need help?
Have you ever felt the pain,
Of being left behind,
As one by one your friends disappear
And dark thoughts fill your mind?
Have you ever confided in,
A friend you thought was true,
Only to realize you scared her away,
And she no longer talks to you?
Have you ever blamed yourself,
For simply being you,
For all those stupid things,
You always seem to do?
Have you ever been called ugly,
By some guys you barely knew,
And started to believe,
That what they said was true?
Do you ever wonder,
That if you were not there,
If those people you call friends,
Would notice or even care?
If you looked into my eyes,
Could you understand,
That all I've ever needed,
Was for you to hold my hand?
DepressionI've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple.Depression by ~pixijane
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you will sleep until 1pm, because it's so much easier to sleep through most of the day than actually live it, and you're so unbelievably tired anyway. You will push through the day, knowing that every hour will be a struggle and not knowing how you will feel tomorrow. People will ask what is wrong, and you will simply smile and say 'nothing, I'm just tired