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Its your turn to fall, To have to go through it all. It's your turn to see, What you took away from me. It's your turn to go, Far away, where nobody knows. It's your turn to die, Inside.
Once upon a time in a misty little town in the middle of nowhere, lived a young boy who had spent much of his short life wishing that he was dead.
I sat there and took it all in, the madness washed around me & tried to pull me in, the sure s were deafening & repetitive, wheels scraped and rattled along the floor, bearing the shrieking body of...
I have a dream about me and Joey its my birthday and I have this huge surprise party my mums there and my dad. And if course Joey is too. I blink for 1 second and as I do I here this loud scream.
*Inspired by the Martina McBride song* I carefully pull on the dirty cotton dress from the second hand store, pulled on by my hands many more times than twice.
An island - once known as Great Britain, District 01-175, 17th March 2035 He tossed and turned as his brain brought waves of nausea and sickening memories crashing around his head like a tsunami.
A fantasy world I wish to live. I fall onto a soft cloud. To tired to move I close my eyes. A slight breeze caresses my skin as I open my eyes. In a world of vivid colors and tranquility.
Twisted, Connected One can't be without the other Two individuals so different, Yet from the same mother Linked, Undivided, Joined at the hip One remains tortured on earth, Into the shadows the...
His P.O.V She took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands gripped onto the metal chains until the clasps dug into her skin.
Notice: Not a personal experience. Flames dance. Before my eyes. Killing everything. With a smoky disguise. It all falls. Tumbles to the ground. As I step outside. Barely safe and sound.
Impervious to the sharp broken glass under my feet. Unaware of the burning heat. A victim wrapped in a silk web. An exquisite wreck, All priorities in check. Changing position, quickly, run or...
I'm in your head, Can't you tell, You trapped me here, So listen wisely, I will leave when you let me go, I want to verily much, But your trapping me with a cage made of sorrow, guilt, anger and...
You led me to admire you, but i was just a little toy, i thought you would be there for me but i was just a naive boy.
Lying in bed at night, awake as usual. And i hear a noise, sort of like a whisper, someone talking, every time it gets louder.
Floating in between the worlds,. Life has left me stranded here,. Grounded, haunting, ever more,. Please, show mercy, lend an ear,. Listen, if just for a minute,. To my story, truth be told,.
Somewhere out there, There is a girl. A girl who never stopped believing when you told her "You're beautiful.
You slice and you dice, Barely keeping me alive, Your words cut to the skin, One more and I won't survive.
Isolation. White room. Padded doors. Writings on the wall, drawings of a golden moon. Stories of an forbidden island and it's shores. Barred windows. The voice calling from the blackness.
There's nothing like relief filling you to the brim with warmth inside when you know you've succeeded. I don't get that feeling, I've failed...awfully. Two, that's it. No more, no less. Two.
I'm on this ride with you You told me we were through I began to get on with life This cut you like a knife Just as I'm finding my feet You suggest we should meet You say life just hadn't been the...
Tonight we say goodbye. Tomorrow begins a new day. The light shown through your window. How does the sun shine on a day like this. Tragically I must let you go.
She awoke. It was dark. The clock bells were just chiming twelve. Witching Hour. She slowly sat up, and looked out the curtain-less, glass-less, hole in the wall that acted as a window.
There comes a time when all you have left is hate. No anger, no pain. Just hate. Hate for the bullies that trod you deeper and deeper into the dirt that is now your life.
Searching, seeking, wandering, to find. Those secrets so safely hidden away in your mind. I count the mistakes I've made but I've lost track & time, learning from mistakes. Hopeful that's all it...