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So beautiful. Total disregard of her own feelings she fights to understand and help. A selfless understatement, though never fully appreciated, never truly noticed. So beautiful.
Your lost aren't you. Your sitting there.. On the ground.. Drowning in your thoughts and waiting for someone go come save you.. But they never came, did they. Your sitting there.. Waiting and...
A flesh that is not filled with scars, yet covers the scars. Scars carved into your bones because that is how deep it hurt you.
Deep scars she hides No war she has seen, These wounds spring forth From thoughts so unclean, They declare her repulsive That she is unfit, So she makes true these words With a knife and a slit.
Slowly coaxed out of my shell Where I had been so safe for years Then beaten, hurt and sent to hell A place of sorrow death and tears You did this.
Once where there was laughter and hope, love and lust. Now lies discarded dreams with twisted hate and bitter fates. I let you in to create a home within me filled with light and joy.
The pounding in my head Can someone make it stop. It screams out all that they said I'm fearful I might just pop. The sounds of all their chatter It makes me want to die.
The Red is like love. If you're filled with other things, it won't affect much. Consume by itself, and you'll end up drunk. She stands at the door, Hands and body shaking, pops the cork.
Rom was dead and buried. Gone. He had been for almost a year, but it wasn't getting any easier, living without him.
"Come on bro you know you can't do this.." Emmet yelled I guess jasper told emmet. Now they are both mad I peeked my head threw the door and saw emmet and jasper stalking closer to him.
She's afraid to love. She loves to love. She's open to love. For he's her love. She didn't mean what she did. She regrets what she did. But they all know what she did. The unthinkable thing she did.
Behind those blue eyes. Is a nightmare that seems so unreal. A foolish little girl. Who's lost the ability to feel. A cold, lonely silence. No more can she speak. Half-sick of living.
25/01/13 I stared at the corpse allowing an empty feeling crawl inside of me. I was emotionless. My grandmother, the only family I had left, had just died and not a single tear was produced after.
An' we don't know when [en - en] We cre'te a lil dren - ah - len 'cause every time you say Its me you'll have all day Yeah every time misleadin' - in' Ah thought we'd dah dirty sin But here we are...
I have had to harden myself to be able to cope these last few months. I have gone too far with it. I need to be able to untwist and un-shield a little. I can't do that with you around.
Chapter 8 ~ His Concern The bright smile of the student lifts me up from the inside as she asks. "What kind of procure is this?" Handing me the product soon knowing it to be a toner for adolescence.
The moon brings the memories. The memories bring the pain. The sun brings me salvation. And reminds me that I'm sane. The nights bring on the terror. Which resides within the dark.
Since about Wednesday, I've had difficulty sleeping.
Chapter 1 ------------ "Hey ugly, get out of here!" "Ew, it's Charlotte." "Slut. Whore!" I hear all of that as I walk down the hall, books pulled close to my chest.
Destruction And anger Despair And distraught Captured And hidden They've killed Every thought. No sense of Community No pain No gain No life in Purgatory Just blood Where you've lain.
Sat alone Thoughts in flow Mind is set On past events Emotions run high My mouth runs dry Could I do this again Would I even know why The few scars that remain From the slight bit of pain Is...
Here's an old something I dug up and found to my liking. This is personal and no longer true in the slightest, but the emotions are raw and I wanted to share. *** Conor, I see right through you.
Falling down. Further And Further. Until theres no elation left. Only hard ground. A solid block of reality disguised as paragraphs and words. Surrounded by tampered thoughts, a barrage of hurt.
Dear friend I have failed you again, In the deep the dark settles in, And the blood spilt from your wrists, I can't help but notice this.