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Anthony - I roughly tugged my boots on, my shaky hands trying to tie the shoe laces. I don't know how long I've got. Sure, I hated him right now but was that a suicide note.
We fight, everday of our lives, don't we, Lenore. We scream and tear and bite, arguments blocking out thunder. Yet when the time comes to decide, I keep running to be by your side.
Leave your marks. Your black and blue bruises. I know you too well. As alcohol blood infuses. Haunt me till I'm dead. Losing me such relief. My body left pale. Escaped the pain belief.
#nightdwellers Warning-self injury and suicide references Memories long forgotten Locked away in my mind Barred behind walls A place where I can unwind Then you came along Knocking down my...
#rant / #minirant - Sorry about this, just had to get it out. Venting my anger Looking down my nose. You're the worst for it You're just like our dad Oh wait.
No one fucking listens, I need a friend but no one's there. I might end this lifelong mission, To find somebody who cares. My animal friend is broken, Perhaps beyond repair.
You made me suffer And watched me bleed; You opened the scars, And created some. I remember how you would hum; Our song repeatedly, While I sat beside you, Cradled in your arm, Safe from all harm.
'I can't overstate the importance of this task, Daenir,' the King said. 'I know, your grace' Daenir said. It came out cold, emotionless. He had often felt that way since Arnielle had died.
The days when happiness was no struggle, Head held high with confidence. How have I gotten to where I am now, Shy and insecure with little confidence.
Sold a lie. Such a price. Left me broken. Heart and mind. In a heap. On the floor. Wounds running deep. Whole body's sore. Left a shell. Devoid of hope. Dreams became nightmares. Few words spoke.
The way you kiss a cigarette,. Caress the filter gently. Between sarcastic and cursed lips,. Smile like a knife edge,. You are as intoxicating as. The smoke you blow in waves,.
I am the Antivalentine, I'll pierce your soul with hate; I'll make you bitter, cold, and wry, With my bow of heartache.
Burn me, use me, need me, Then rip me into shreds and throw me away.
Life on the move, shunted from pillar to post, Strife on the run, abandoned by another host. A file in a drawer, a statistic without a name, Another girl whose life will never be the same.
A torrent of salty tears Trying to drown her broken heart Attempting to ease her fears Aimlessly wondering where you are Heaven or hell.
I yelled at him to stop it, But stop it he would not, He was giving everything Yes, everything he'd got.
Look Deep in my past Starting school Where were you.
The long summer days faded into the frail autumn breeze, Her smiles turned to tears, She realized her worst fears. Utilizing the sheer horror of things that could be.
I silently watched the clock ticking by, too overwhelmed by the heart breaking news. How could he do this. Of all people.
For every drop of blood that falls. A million tears we shed. With every single bullet fired. Our hearts are filled with dread. With every single day at war. We fear for who is next.
Chapter Forty Blood On The Floor "Caden I'm sorry. I should've not been dancing with William". "I accept your apology and we can be together again if you want to" said Caden.
She sat deep within sorrow, fathoming the life she had she had taken. People could only see the light, the kindness, the burning entity of grace that was residing in her soul, could she live with...
I’m haunted by your laugh, Your almond shaped eyes... I still feel the smoothness of your hair, I feel the heat from your dreamy stare. I miss your smell, Your soft skin The way you used to hug me...
Hailstones pounded the sodden earth, whistling through the chill April air and raining blows on Luke's head. He felt nothing. Sitting on a rickety wooden bench on Hampstead Heath, he was numb.