http://slow.writerscafe.org/InsanityIsBeauty The original writings of author InsanityIsBeautiful en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057407 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She sits in the waiting roomShaking and scared She reminds herself that no ones thereHer name is called She stands up quickThis can't be happening She whispers this is itEyes so puffy, no smile to hide She wants to runThis pain deep inside http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1950936/ She try's to swallow as she looks at herself in the mirror. Not recognizing her face, who did this girl become? Bags sit under her eyes amongst her pale skin as tear drops roll down her cheek. She shuts her eyes in hopes she will remember who she is and when opening them she starts to sob. Somewhere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1950933/ Even the strongest breakDrying her tearsA smile she begins to fakePain she's lived with for yearsTrapped in hellWanting help from the ones who careAll the voices just seem to yellNot speaking, she does not dareBroken pieces scattered around the roomHer pain relief coming through a strawNow her dying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1239639/ If I told you I was happy it would be the biggest lie I would ever tell you. What is happiness anyways? I have yet to seem to find it. Someone years ago told me that "things would get better". I have realized that the person that told me that and the several people after telling me the same thing wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1239637/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1239635/ Hours turned into days. The days seemed to drag on. Still this horrible feeling carried on with her no matter what. He continued to distance himself from her as much as possible. She never said anything until the day, the day she dropped to knees and instantly felt every ounce of pain she has ever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1109425/ She laid in bed not able to sleep. A nocturnal life she seemed to adapt to with a side of insomnia. Thoughts always seemed to prance through her head making relaxing sometimes an uneasy task. Wishing he would come to bed to make her feel more comfortable she continues to lay with now music blasting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1108138/ She had fallenFallen in loveShe had blind eyesThe man she thought came from aboveTime went onFeelings got deeperShe loved him unconditionally Sure this man was a keeperBut one bright dayThe sky turned blackHe took her heart There was no turning backShe begged him to stayHe degraded he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1107264/ I miss you my good friend.We have not talked in awhile.That sweet laugh.That warm smile.It has been forever.Seems like years ago.We used to smoke and talk.Just sitting in each others company.Oh how I miss you friend.The good times we had.We are grown up now.This cruel world has torn us apart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1107208/ There is nothing more dark and cold then the soul inside me.For I have been tattered and torn until my scars have reopened. Pain sits on my shoulders as I linger.Alone I stand with not one person around.Tears of pain fall steady down my face.Am I invisible? Does no one see me?Can anyon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1106958/ Dancing to the sound of the rain.Tears rolling down her face.She puts on the song he played for her.Her heart beats at a steady pace.He's been long gone.Seems like a life time ago.All she wants is for him to come back.This pain she doesn't dare show.She wants to start over.Wishing time could turn ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1106257/ She is addicted.Hiding behind a fake smile.As pain sits on her shoulders.She continues to stay with him a while.He shows her a new world.A world of painless days.Another dose she swallows.In his arms she lays.Reality is not here.It is no where to be found.She's bloody and broken.He picks her up off .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1105970/ A candle lit for my past.For there is no return.Remember why i'm here.As all my memories shall burn.They burn like a book.A set flame in the night.Unleashing my deepest secrets.If only this would make things right.Maybe I am right.I'm starting to think its too late.There is nothing I can do.I think .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1105954/ Self hate fills my veins for all I can see is violence.I want to scream but I can not make one sound.I drown in my own tears that have been brought on by terror.Afraid to unleash a beast within that is crawling to the surface and suffocating me slowly.Falling asleep into a darkest nightmare awoken b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InsanityIsBeauty/1105945/