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Blue and green. Bruises and scars. Red and raw. Let it flow. Pain and stars. This world is fading. Silent and still. Their words hurt. Tears and hate. They made me do this. Dizzy and sick.
The day I finally walked out and closed the faded red front door behind me with a click, I knew I would never see our home again.
Shadows all around me. As I slip into the dark. The fragility of my mind. Relays the state of my heart. I know I can't carry on like this,. Every day is a war. I used to want your company.
They said you wore too much makeup. You stopped wearing makeup. They said you didn't wear enough makeup. You were then back to how your makeup was before. They said you were too quiet.
Nowhere to go now, finally time to face,. The darkness inside of me, my utter disgrace,. The light burns my eyes, as they threaten my life,. I've trained hard for this, blood, sweat and strife,.
~Warning - this song has naughty language~ It's a slit-wrists day, If ever I felt one, It's time for a swift drink; Whiskey and novacaine, Numbs the growing pain, Can't we just start again.
I've always wondered what's in Heaven. Streets of gold, beds of cloud?. I guess we will never know. Maybe it is suited to each of our personalities or is it a big community.
I started crying when I wrote this :(. It might be my last part. I might be doing a sequel though I'm not sure yet I'll let u know :-( NOOOO Joe's P.O.V. I just sat next to her bed,...
Part 1 The breeze of a thousand whispers whipped past her platinum blonde hair, as she stood by the cliff. Her bewitched coal black eyes pounding the sea with intensity.
She put a hand to the wall and stroked it. She had to end the suffering. She had to really be with him. The girl then stepped up on the balcony wall.
A hand, A knife, The end of life. About, To plunge, To take the lunge. Sick, Reeling, Horrible feeling. Knowing, You'll die, And wondering why. Crying, Screaming, You must be dreaming.
Aunt Lilian looked over the ledge, her fate decided. The merry folk of the Acre Nut Old People's Home laughed weezily, danced arthritically, played sport poorly, but at least THEY were happy.
He got his way. Somehow, some way, Liam convinced my parents to bury me in Rathduff, where my three remaining grandparents lived. He knew I'd love to be away from the bad memories.
Note: Sorry for the delay.. Loads going on. I couldn't face seeing my parents. No way. I took a last glance at Liam's crying form and walked out the door. I didn't know what was happening. I was...
#household Rather than a mirror, she preferred to see her reflection in a window pane. Ghostly and ephemeral, seen but never touched, to appear but not remain.
Neck strung with cold and stretched sinew, creaked swing in rope of bloodied blue. Stool, three legged, in drunken trip, I kicked deliberately, escaping you.
You have meds and drugs at hand,. With every label in the land,. You come with casts and 999,. But, surely, you know it's my time,. You come with ice packs, pills and sprays,.
That's when I smelled it. His cologne. Liam. He must've been hanging out with Lindsey, and heard the shot. Must've run straight here. Thanks, Liam, but it's too late.
It was too late. I had made my decision. Made the decision to end it all. It was too late. I did change one of my decisions, though.
#Augustwriteaday #Death Looking up from underneath, fractured starlight covers me, reflections taint as my heart sinks, and my head goes under...
Even as a child I loved the deep, I was like a water baby, But not like that at all, Once I was in the sea I wanted to stay there, Beneath it's ripples forever...
Lying here all by myself, Tears cascading down my cheek, Blood leaking out my wounds, Prepared for the never-ending sleep.
[Words that lack structure, errant thoughts from my head.]. Soft breeze, blazing sun. A distant horizon, buildings merging into one.
Notice: It may be short, but the ending is not sweet.