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Took a plunge, got alive today. Shot. Fell too short, let his eyes blink. He died. Thought He had really been known. He had not. Slapped so hard, still rings next to eye. He can't believe it.
Soft voice, hard words. This is what I receive. Your sharpened tongue cuts through my soul, And waits for me to bleed. You cannot take the punches back, although they show no bruise.
No one knows what it's like, To listen to your love's rant. And hear my beuteous laugh be turned to stone. It isn't who I am who matters. But that pain the world can endure.
I cry every night now. Screaming for Mama to rescue me.
Defeat. That was something Jonah would never except. "We brought a body back," the Capter said uneasily, placing a young man's body in front of Jonah. "Yeah, boss, we shot him.
I step into the shower, Trying to wash your trace off Even after months, But no amount of physical cleansing will purge you from my mind. The boy who threatened suicide when I left.
Deep inside your valley You are cold Your pulse beats hard Your life's blood quickens Yet a stillness Ice that thickens Spreads in shards Toward your heart Your body betrays you Tense beneath The...
Mirror mirror on the wall,. I see my reflection as my tears start to fall,. Mirror mirror on the door,. I look at that face I used to adore,. Mirror mirror in my hand,.
“Can you hear me. Are you hurt?” /I'm not hurt,/ I think with the part of my brain not pounding against my skull or being electrocuted with pain.
It hurts doesn't it.
A life cut short Parents were slain No real resort left But to fight the pain Only a man But still much more Loneliest plan Heart so pure After all that Still stayed strong ...
By Winifred Mary Letts There was a man, - don't mind his name, Whom Fear had dogged by night and day. He could not face the German guns And so he turned and ran away.
I look in the mirror; I see my life. I glance at my hand; There is a knife. Should I do it. The pain won't last. Maybe I won't feel it; If I do it fast.
“Scum!” The insult ricocheted off me into a pile with the rest. It was better when they hurled abuse at me, at least then I felt acknowledged; like I existed.
You were there to catch me To cushion my fall When he pushed me of the cliff. But now you've fallen too And I'm not there to help you. I won't be, I can't be even of I wanted to.
The ocean is icy Its embrace like a fist. We dive into a blackness I have tried to resist. Foam pulling me under I fight for a gasp And all the while you escape from my grasp.
“I would keep the mask on if I were you” I jumped with the shock, searching all around for the source of the voice whilst struggling against my restraints.
Black and white, black and white. All I could see was black and white. It almost killed me then and there. How could something so obsessive be so real.
Many times had Allyra wanted to end her life. For she knew that life was meant to be sometimes enjoyed. But the man left not an item that Allyra could call her own, much less commit suicide.
... masked creatures stare down at me against the background of a dark stirring sky. I’m lying on my back.
Eyes... Bruises.... Demons.... Blood..... Pain..... Flames.... Surrounding... Burning.. Faceless.... Faces... Escape. Need to get out. Wake up!Not real. Sure it was real. Fine.. Forget... Move on...
As Johnny saw Marina look up to him, he was filled with dread. In a minute he had gone from calm and collected to angry and psycho-like. He felt sick. He couldn't think straight.
His face was numb, the taste of blood on his lips, his own. Soon again they would come, and again he would face them alone.
That week, I knew what needed to be done. Find who took my wife. Find my daughter. Have revenge. The dreams had stopped, instead I had a dream in which all I did was wake up.