Put yourself in my place for just one day
Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey
More aware than ever that I might never be calm again
And it shakes every f****g bone
Trying to do the right thing on my own
Swords and Pens, by The Story So Far
Crystal Moon
14 / Female / Hello Kitty Town, United States
Not Sure / Single & Looking
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Apr 30, 2025
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About Me
Hey my beautiful/handsome cuties<3 hope ur having a great day and week, im notTnT anyways, no one wants to know about ME so lets talk about other things xp. Pls dont be mean, and dont be on here saying faux stuff about me....and ive been thinking....should i start SH??? and im extremly sensitive(recently be diagnosed with mild anxiety, and social anxiety....SMUCHEZZ!!!
Verse 1:
Skipping rocks on the waterβs edge,
Wishing for a life beyond this ledge.
The ripples echo, but they donβt change,
The silence wraps me, feels so strange.
Chorus:
Skipping rocks, and Iβm still waiting,
For the world to stop hesitating.
Toss it high, let it fall,
Maybe someday Iβll break down these walls.
Verse 2:
The moonlightβs fading, but I donβt care,
Iβll keep skipping rocks, out here in the air.
The pastβs behind me, Iβm chasing the sound,
In the quiet night, where Iβm not found.
sitting in study hall, pretending to be productive.
all i can think about is the music in my head.
why does time move slower when youβre surrounded by silence?
like the clockβs mocking me, ticking away every second i could be doing something better.
i feel like a ghost here, hidden between pages and highlighter marks, but not really there.
the air is thick with boredom, and the sound of pencils scratching paper is deafening.
honestly, iβd rather be in my head, sketching wolves and foxes, or blasting music to drown out this never-ending quiet.
anyone else here just waiting for the bell to ring, or am i the only one counting down the minutes until i can breathe again?
maybe iβll escape this paper prisonβ¦ just for a little while. π€πΊ
π―οΈ Journal Entry β βMath Class Miseryβ π
Posted by: --Dark_Crystal--
currently dying in math class.
i swear the clock hasnβt moved in like 17 years.
everyone's talking like itβs normal to be okay.
like we're not all hiding behind our hoodies, trying to survive another day of fake smiles and homework we forgot to do.
my brain is somewhere elseβlost in a forest with my black wolf soul, headphones on, blasting Melanie until the numbers disappear.
i wish i could draw instead.
i wish i could scream.
but instead iβm stuck in this cold chair, pretending to care about X and Y when all i really care about is getting out of here.
if you see this... send snacks. and a nap. and maybe a hug.