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Road To Mentality~WARNING, this story has scenes that will disturb some people, read at your own risk.~Road To Mentality by Little-rolling-bean
It was seven PM, a day at the orphanage had finally finished, but it was another disappointment for Jack. It was was a cold, snowy December, the coldest weather England has ever had, and still no sign of his mother. Even though Jack was 15, each day he was hoping that his mother would come back for him, but she has not seen him since he was born. He was usually patient, and maybe hoped that another loving family might welcome him with open arms and hearts, but that was when he was ten. Jack knew that he had little chance of being adopted at such an old age, he couldn't even go to a foster home for the fact the caretakers labeled Jack as a trouble maker for wetting the bed and hiding in places that were out of bounds, like the time he was found under a counter in the kitchen for three days. The stench of urine that lingered on him would put anyone off him anyways.
DoctorsYou have a microscope in one eye; a telescope in the other.Doctors by CMB9139
Used to scrutinise the nanoparticles of thoughts that swirl slowly in the brain
As if their patterns of thinking were stupidly masked by transparent glass jars.
The telescope to zone far into their souls, the supernovas and stars illuminating the heart tendons.
The alveoli in your lungs lighting up like a bright city under a bird's eye view at night. You seem to be doctoring everything and everyone, the passions pulsating under the epithelium
You're exceptionally nice, persuasion and praise delivered in doses of good words and tone.
But your wrinkles tell a different story.
Of burning the midnight oil,
And frowning over complicated diseases that plague the human body.
In the end, you almost always win, but always at a price.
Manic SuicideManic.Manic Suicide by LilithAnnSephaos
I'm happy. Even without reason. I'm invincible. Nothing can stop me. I have my problems, but I push them aside like they're nothing. Always on a natural high.
I'm very depressed. Life is against me. I have no reason to live. My problems overwhelm me. I'm ready to just kill myself and get it over with.
I'll have a long draw of each, with spurts of the other. 6 months or so of being manic, with bits of depression here and there, but barely noticeable. And every high period is f