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The weekend didn't turn out as I expected, I thought as I walked along the corridor. “Jared,” I whispered, stepping into the room apprehensively.As soon as I saw him, I knew it was over.
Mama, mama, can't you see what they all have done to me. Took away my sanity. Now I've gone crazy. They beat me numb and black and blue.
Pick, pick on me. That's all you do I'm your target, it's just me and you.
#beginningline #nightdwellers I apologize that this is so long. A week before the winter solstice, a fire crackling merrily in the hearth and hot chocolate in hand, she sat down upon the sofa.
This couldn't be happening to me. Astrid thought. Astrid was on a bus to an orphanage because her parents dumped. Why would they do that.
You've left marks on my heart, Like footprints or scars, Or just fresh wounds, From an invader from Mars, I wonder if they'll heal, Or transform into something new, Perhaps if we stick...
You shake with memory, your stomach churns. You drink from time to time - are drunk few and far between. You have a handle and hold it tight - two months away from two years clean.
I wake up in the morning full of regret . Why did she say them things why would she hurt me that much . She promised she would always be there . Yet here I lay alone once again .
Last night my Mother said she wanted Dad dead. Straight up, and off with his head. I couldn't blame her after all he's done, Stealing my ecstasy and burying it from the sun. "How could he do that.
"You can't keep making potions to forget!" Mikel roared. "Until this pain abates I will continue to do whatever is required to survive it," Torin replied, his tone sharp and tense.
"You can't keep making potions to forget!" Mikel roared. "Until this pain abates I will continue to do whatever is required to survive it," Torin replied, his tone sharp and tense.
I've messed up. Very badly. He's never going to forgive me. I just can't get over the fact that HE DOESN'T WANT ME ANYMORE. He used to.
It's embarrassing that I still think of you. I'm sure you like that. You love attention and you love mine. I know you've completely forgot about me. I want to completely forget about you.
Give me a taste, give me a sip. Gimme something that tastes like shit. Give me the pain and take my tears. Please take away everything but my fears. Be the brave, be the strong.
By Gemma Doyle. Miranda's tears had stopped but her face was puffed and she couldn't help but think of Tom.
It's my day To shine like I matter She said Under her shallow breath She breathed in the intoxicating perfume In her Dresser drawer Stop Look She said Her lips were red Like the lipstick in...
Reflection What I see In the black mirror I can never love My image clearer I see a hurt boy, Injured by fear. Scared of the world, Scared of the tears. In time, The scars may heal.
They say life is a game, But messing with other people's lives is not... It's not fun, funny, or laughable later on. There are those who control by playing a game with the emotions and the mind.
Blazing fires scorch the skies And the skin of those standing near, Flickering flames snaking upwards Towards the stars my dear It seems that heaven is burning Well I'm all for equality Tendrils of...
What he just said to me, plays back like a broken record. Should I laugh it off, or should I show him that it really did hurt. I smile, but move away. Trying to stay happy, but I can't.
Cold, white marble slabs underneath where I was sitting. Chilled the surface of my skin and seeped into my veins. The sea breeze carried harsh salt that matted my hair and stuck to my face.
By Miscellaneous. Snow fell like daggers and the black branches pierced the sky back. Endle’s words pierced my heart: “I’m leaving, Myr. For good.” I don’t understand.
#remembrance I sit beside the pillar With his name engraved To the army generals They're nothing but dead slaves Why did he do it. What was it all for.
The crack resonates as your heart breaks, you can't hear the weeping sound your heart makes, as it creates ripples as you are emotionally crippled you drop like skittles, bowled over striked out,...