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So I was fourteen my brother nine, Things looked so bleak at the time, My dad had an affair, My mum cried so much I was scared, Two weeks he stayed before he left, My mum was heartbroken...
Breathing is something many people take for granted. But there are people who realize that the 'catch in your breath' and the word 'breathless' are all very real statements.
I woke up in tears, the dream a stark reminder of how much I was damaged. I never used to care about lies, I trusted without fear or doubt.
She was taken from her mothers arms, did she have no other choice. just a baby in her arms, an innocent with no voice. To a mother so confused, was all of the truth told.
she asked me, "how could you tell.
I felt the hurt embedded in the hills of his eyes. Things were getting better but I was feeling bitter. He was that sour taste that would always linger in the halls of this empty home around winter.
---Elisabeth's P.O.V--- I was laying on my bed curled in a little ball. My hands were clenched into fists and I was sobbing. I wiped at my tears angrily.
The quiet anger, the way the tension builds around you. I keep quiet and hide, this isn't my fight to have. But I watch as your anger simmers, and the way you evaluate.
When I'm lying in my bed,. A foggy figure mocks me,. Brings back my regret,. And does it with glee,. Maybe it's the ghost of my past,. Even present or future,. His presence makes me gasp,.
Rain's p.o.v Everyone was getting along so well. Joslyn and Tony were discussing Star Wars. Emma and Mike with their Harry Potter and Hayden, Seth, Vic, and Jaime talking about music in general.
I'm supposedly over you. and over this mess. if I'm done with you two, why all this stress. I'm trying to cope and hide the pain. but you're sitting right next to me without restraint.
#Household #Painting. The picture's of my childhood home. It's bright and full of colours. It was painted by my nan. Before the ruin and tatters. My dad had an affair. Colours ran into darkness.
There are 3 words to summarize my love story: - naive - silent - fragile The tragedy is that I was so fool to recognize it was love.
Gave you all of me Let you inside to do whatever you pleased Lies were told in the process of getting what you wanted As I went along with it Allowing you to think it was a great chase The time came...
Your memory haunts me,. Old photos kill,. Loving memories,. Tears I bear still,. Broken bones,. In my body,. A crash that left me,. Unable to move,. Trapped in a still body,. I love you so much,.
I stare into the blackness, Unable to sleep. My heart misses you too much. Like a knife stuck in me, deep. I stare into the blackness, My eyes sore and tired, but.
Chapter 4 True Pain I roll out of the living room, and into my bedroom. I shut the door and lock it. I then take a chair, and wedge it underneath the door knob for good measure.
Chapter 10 FRANKIE I am going to die. It is obvious I don't know why they try and cure me because we are all born to die. Some sooner than others. "How long?" "2 to 3 months" I nodded at the clouds.
Warning!. Pretty dark piece highlighting those that self harm. My chest it's cut open and left exposed Do you not see that my heart has froze.
You're gone. But now I always see you. Stained in my mind, Like the ink in a tattoo. Rereading memories, Over and over again. Trying to find something. Maybe a friend.
Chapter 3 The Grandparents I sit in my room reading. Chandler gave me a lovely book. It's call Romeo and Juliet. He said it was a book for girls, so he gave it to me.
Blotch it out, Erase from within, Old memories, For the bin. History of me, Chuck it away, I don't want to know, So it's not here to stay.
I feel what, I feel like keeping the lid to my emotions shut. What do I feel, I feel like leaving on the seal. I feel what, When I talk to you. I feel like I'm torn in two.
I think it's when I saw you, Standing innocently there, Acting like nothing you do, Is ever slightly unfair, My tears were still flowing, My hands sticking to the wheel, I had no idea where I was...