I should have been a boy.LAWLYOUR BOY SIDE.[x] You love hoodies.[x] You love jeans.[x] Dogs are better than cats.[x] It's hilarious when people get hurt and fall.[x] You've played with/against boys on a team.[x] Shopping is torture.[x] Sad movies suck.[ ] You own an XBOX. [ ] You played with Hot Wheels as a little kid.[ ] At some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter.[x] You owned a DS, PS2, or Sega. [ ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.[ ] You watch sports on TV. )[x] Gory movies are cool.[ ] You used to go to your dad for advice.[ ] You have at least 1 trophy of a sport.[ ] You used to play Yu-Gi-Oh.[x] Baggy sweat pants are nice to wear.[ ] It's kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.[x] You love to go crazy and not care what other people think.[ ] Sports are fun.[x] You sometimes talk with food in your mouth.[ ] You sleep at night with your socks on.[x] You hav
Purely SuicideA knife to her throatA gun to his headA rope to their neckA building for their jumpThey want to end itThey think they mustThey think they don't deserve itThis life they're givenThey've been told;They're useless, they're nothingThey mean only distress,They deserve the worst.They do, they dieThey're free from the hateThey're free from the liesThey're free from the worldThey're free from the life.
Too late.Touching your face,Feeling the coldLetting your numb hand slipFalling down and grabbing the rope.That taunting piece of material.Trying. Trying hard to pull free from it.Knowing it's too late.No hope. No feeling. Nothing.As your limp body pulls harder, you know.As gravity tried to defy, you know.As your head starts spinning, you know.As your room gets blurry, you know.It's too late to back out. Too late to run free.Too late to try a different way, a quicker way.You know, that this way, is nearly over.It has a hold on you. One you can't pull from.One that's too strong. One that's telling you.It's over.You've left.You've lost.You've won.You're done.You're gone.Forever out of that world.
EmoA blade, my saviourSpilt blood, my releaseA corner, my homeDeath, my peace.
How life of thought love turns outIt's your entire faultI blame youYou changed meBut what did I do?I loved and believed.Cared and looked after.Yet you took me for granted,But still won me over with laughterYou wondered whyI would cry in the nightBut all you needed to doWas to look out of obvious sightYou'd yell and storm outI'd fall and break downYou'd come back and say "sorry"And I'd believe and reboundI'd ask myself whyWhy I'd still go backAfter the pain and the hurtLove of which there was lackWhy would you do that?I can't understand, why did you changeI don't blame you, but himThat friend of yours that I had always found strangeHe made you worseToo bad for me to handleThat last little thing you didThat's when my love went out like a candleI had no idea it could happenThat you'd change and I'd loseLose you and lose meYou by heart and me by nooseBut after it allBefore it was just too lateI faintly saw you run inAnd thereafter, changed my fateYou picked me upAnd cut me downSaved me
Nightmare or what?Luanna found herself lost in the bush as it was getting dark. She turned around to head back, but it was too dark to see anything, and she didn't have a torch. After stumbling in the dark for what seemed like hours, Luanna finally fell to her knees. Just as she hit the ground she heard something. A voice? It sounded like a woman's voice."Imprisoned beneath the world," it whispered."Huh?" Luanna asked, "Katya, Chex? Is that you?""Where the soulless dwell" the voice hissed seductively"This isn't funny guys! Quit it!" she exclaimed"Lies a place where the damned call home!" whispered the voice againBy now, Luanna was snapping her head from left to right, trying to see through the dark where the mysterious voice was coming from."A place where the virtuous hide in fear," sang the voice eerilyLuanna was, by this time, rocking on the ground in the fatal position, with her head in clawed hands and nails unknowingly drawing blood from her forehead, repeatedly crying in a whisper, "Stop,
arachne is calling my words are like spidersthey squirm out uncontrollablyi shut my hands over my mouth, buti can't keep all this darkness inside, darling.you left.you leftand you want me to be okayyou can't talk to me when i'm not okayyou never could handle me at my worst--but this isn't my worst, darlingnot even close.part of me wants to yell at you and say:you were the oneyou were the one who gave up on uson meyou were the one who made me feel likei wasn't good enoughand i wasn't.i'm not good enough to keep you. my words are like spidersthey squirm out uncontrollablyi shut my hands over my mouth, andi am bitten and beaten and brokenbut i can't risk youtaking any more of their venom.so i'll suffer in silenceand see how well i can bandage myself when you get betterhopefully you're the antidoteto these spider-made woundsand if not, wellperhaps i can spin their webs into a nettie it across my lipsand trap them inside.darling, i w
ushe was the curly-haired church boy whowas too afraid to be himself andalways cared too much of what other people thoughthe hurt people who hurt him(and who didn't)he knew better, but he didn't carenot until it was too late.i was the blonde-to-red shy firecracker whowas herself no matter what anddidn't care enough about what other people thoughti never tried to hurt anyone(but i did)i didn't know any better, and i cared way too mucheven when it was too late.
us (discontinued) i.i'm not one of those girls who fall apartbecause some stupid boy left them.i'm not one of those girlswho fall apartbecause some stupid boy left them.i'm notone of those girlswho fall apartbecause some stupid boyleft them.i'mnoti'mnoti'mnot--but he wasn't stupidhe was beautiful and made mistakesand i wasn't one of those mistakes.it's okay.just because you're b r ok endoesn't mean you can'tpull--yourselftogetheragain.
i take your words to heart, loverbrushing my hairin brusque strokesand blushing,you make my makeupmess and my made-upexcuses broken.i tinker with my wordsand tingle when you love them,soft tone in quiet blanketstangled and open.lover, you over alli am, hovering. slowly,let us be wondered bythe wonderful.
Faded MemoryI’m trying to geta picture of youinside my mind.But it’s likeI’m seeing youthrough eyes,that are going blind.I can’t quitemake out your image,it seems timehas done some damage.For your eyesno longer seem kind,and your smilehas lost some shine.All your edgesthat were once so fine,seem slightly blurredand out of line.And the armsthat once offered mesalvation,are crossed incondemnation.No longer is there loveinside your stare.It’s been replacedwith an unrelenting glare.These fading memories,have turned colder.And now send icy shiversdown my shoulders.Cuz the fireworkthat we used to behas run out of steam,and is nothingbut a faded dreambeing wiped from memory.
divination by entrails (or lack thereof)and in this dayi am his prescriptionand in this wayi never existed before.i pushed the floorboards downand hid my heart deftlyonly to find thatas promisedhe left me writhing.i'm a sightingof unholy ligamentsconspiring to take a pure thingand bury it.sacred groundsin his coffee cupalmost offset my horrid luckand flip my tarots.what should i wear, oh love,when your insides seemy inside is bare?
Roses are red, Your heart is black.Roses are red,Your heart is black.Yeah, I love youBut I'll never go back.♥xx