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We climbed up the mountain from rivers and hills no one to be found just gives you the chills. "Hug me." I said to my friend. He responded just a little more.
You have tainted me. Turned gold into brass. You have dirtied my soul. Tarnished my present and past. Those filthy hands. Have blackened my name. Parasitic fingers. Now carry a heavy blame.
I'm not made of crystal. Or diamonds. When I break I never become whole again. Each time I get hurt, A piece of me dies, Goes away, Disappears. When I get cut, It's deep.
:::::::::;;;;;;;;young writers house hold;;;;;;;;;::::::::: As I got up, I felt a pang of hurt, of tenderness. It was as if my life had no point. No point in breathing. Passing out. No. Get over it?.
The cool breeze blows through my hair. He leans over and gently kisses my cheek. I can feel the breeze turning into his musical voice, whispering my name over and over.
Somebody told me that you were dying, As soon as I found out I burst out crying. You're such a lovely innocent girl, With big brown eyes and dark curls.
The flame inside me has burnt. Burned itself. Now all that remain are the ashes of what I was, my feelings, my memories. Your laughter, your love, our link. Our souls have gone against each other.
Ive been a lot of places. In my life. But nowhere have I seen. The pain and the strife. I have seen Niagara. Fall from her eyes. But all those million droplets. They shatter just like ice.
I closed my bedroom door, and I sat on the floor. Fed up of the lies that'd made me feel sad and mad. I shut out everything around me, feeling rather safe in this haven I called my room.
Chapter Twenty Three On The Rocks "Caden can I come with you?" asked Serena. Caden let out a long sighed. "Fine,come on". Serena followed Caden to his bedroom.
She lay there and gazed upwards at the spiralling and swirled pattern dancing with fatigue across her ceiling with nothing but him occupying her every thought, her every molecule, her every moment.
Like a moth to the flame She plays at your game Constantly searching for the glory and the fame Never acknowledging that you like to maim.
---Elisabeth's P.O.V--- I was upstairs in my bedroom, like always. Except this time I was actually kind of happy to tell you the truth.
The sharp pain is beckoning For me to overcome, To overthrow and expose All these masquerading heroes That planted a seed of distress deep in the soil -of heart Who do think I am What did you...
I can not travel this path any longer, When all I can feel is the searing pain. Your twisted notion of a love affair, Has left me confused, broken, ashamed.
#household As cold as ice With dead brown eyes As hard as stone She never cries Her tears ran out A long time ago There's nothing left She's just a shell When just a teen She cried and cried She...
A girl is glaring at her closed bedroom door like she's hoping it'll burst into flames. "It's not fair," she thinks, fingers curling into fists.
Unfortunately I don't know what to do with the memory of you; Burning it feels like three whole years of my life has just been flushed away, including the good because you were never all bad.
I wear a black dress made out of lace Standing in front of his final resting place I feel dead inside, too empty to feel Too detached to realise that any of it is real I place the flowers on the cold...
I tried so hard to keep it inside. I tried so hard so that it won't affect me. But now that I try to forgot all my tries. I find it harder to forgot what you gave me.
Fat, ugly, beaten, destroyed. These are the feelings they cannot hide. Tears, sobs, whimpers and pain. These are the things on their brain. A wrist, a knife, a cut then blood.
She's a beautiful Phoenix, Risen six times. Face of an angel, She's just my kind. We're perfectly imperfect, Only great at being bad, She's perfectly imperfect, The best I've ever had.
Darker, darker, Sinister twister, Don't think about me, A long forgotten mister. You said it was fine, Turned away, slipped through my heart.
Really tired of the same fucking routine. Every Tuesday go to work get off at four. Every fucking Tuesday I sit at the first table by the window, you can't miss it.