my heart is not a toy
its fragile like glass
will you break it
or just give it a pass
all it wants is love
hold it close and you will see
there more to life than possesions
theres more to me than it seems
When Love is a Liewhen you said you loved me
I wish you didn't lie
all those times I've thought of you
now regret lives in my mind
all that time I've wasted
all those tears I've cried
this is the last you will hear of my love
I will not give you a second try
because when you said you loved me
Something didn't feel right
and all those times you hugged me
you never held on too tight
all those times you kissed me
it felt like our last scene
all those times we made love
it just felt like a dream
then reality came crashing
then the storms grew dark
and all that I was really left with
was loneliness and a broken heart
wordsFeel my words
not only through my mind
but my heart as well
because they are involved
they share different meanings
all leading towards one purpose
truly hear my words
what I have to say
although not much is said
all should be heard
because every tiny piece is important as the next
invisibleits like i can disappear
no one will know i was here
into the shadows i fade
to live the remainder of my days
a lonely hearttake my heart
i dont want it
i wish to not feel
for my feelings ache for you
one thing i cannot have
releaseshe crys herself to sleep
almost every night
she tries to hold it back
she tries to put up a fight
but in the end shes lost
consuming her, the tears fall
what will be the cost
to let it be the end of it all
let it bleedi did something im not proud of
just asking it to take the pain away once more
another letter to myselfhard to breath
when i see your name
when i hear your laugh
i just go insane
trying to smile
when all i do is cry
trying to live
when i have no life
chapter 3: blood sweat and tears Catalina grasped at Demetri tightly as they ran. At this point, being alone was the last thing she wanted. Catalina knew that he would keep her safe the best he possibly could. Her head raced around, all these nightmareish creatures scurrying through the paths. Screams of dieing and frantic students could be heard along with the shrieks of whatever was in here with all of them, which could be anything now. Who knows what could be in this school. They took a right down one of the hallways and stopped dead in their tracks. At the end of this path, there was a creature laying in a position of a cat when it's sleeping, all curled in a little ball. Shards of glass and metal protruded from its skin. The akin where the metal was seemed to be rusted and decayed with encrusted blood along the edges. The glass wounds though, were alive, dripping with crimson blood. It looked as if they were new, not supposed to be there. ALmost as if someone was tyring to kill it, but obviously failed. Bo
GayI am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your co worker
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you
I am gay.
And I wont change.
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.
I am gay.
And that's okay.
Nightmares' Art ShowI wish I could print out these horrors
Materialise them from my decaying mind
Remove them from my strained soul
I want to hang them up like photographs
at a sadistic art show
and have you see these wicked images
that stream through my head each night
(Do you realize now?
They're all of you)
Autism Is Not A DiseaseSome say it's a virus,
That spreads like the plague,
Until there's nothing left,
But for those with autism,
When we're normal human beings,
Yes we are different,
But isn't everyone else,
Like for those who are bright,
While other's are dumb?
Sure our brains are wired,
All over the place,
Making it harder,
For us to think.
But it doesn't matter,
When no one's the same.
And Believe me,
This world would be a bore,
If we knew our every move,
Knowing what everyone would do.
So let's hear it:
Am I a disease,
Or a living human being?
HetaliaxDepressed!Reader:Self-Inflicted AchromaticHetalia x Scary! Depressed! Reader: Self-Inflicted Achromatic
I want to be a person just like you, don't you see?
I want to be a person who is still being "me"
A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were just so damn tired. The other countries said that you, (f/n) or (c/n), was scarier than Russia himself. But of course, you have lived 2500 years with wars and bloodshed always trailing after you. You just really want to be happy. But all those wars and blood imprinted on your mind, you really just released off a dark (a/c) aura and a stoic atmosphere.
It really would be nice but I'm paying a price
'Cause I'd really, not be me and that would not suffice
You asked yourself, "I know my face doesn't show my pain. But isn't it obvious in my eyes? I'm lonely and hurt" You rubbed your numb (s/c) wrist, yesterday's cuts still had a colorless ache to it. You picked your silver knife, twirling it around watching the others argue. The said knife is the one you also use to cut yourself.
A dream which
Through The FlameThrough The Flame:
Can you feel it in the winds?
The chilling cries of blood-lust that sing through the air...
May your people weep at the destruction that is to come;
While you mortals cower behind your wards of flesh and steel!
How does it feel I wonder,
This question I ask
To those who have spent their entire existence
Amassing power over their fellows...
Know now that your paltry gestures;
Your pseudo-might is but dust,
Cast into the violent wind of a whirling typhoon!
Now, tremble within your hovels of concrete and steel,
For I am rage incarnate and I have come to ensure,
That your world will burn...
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
Karma Akabane X Reader ~Forget About Me~
Note: Play this song while reading for maximum feels, lol - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk5MGbOzGYU
The pitter-patter of rain,
A knock on my door,
I arose from the daydreams
of you and me
The door opened,
And came in you;
Oh, such a wonderful visit
That lit my love-struck heart
That brought me happiness
and a smile
But that happiness
Was not to last;
For your captivating mercury orbs
Were dulled with sorrow
and gone was my smile
We need to talk,
And my heart wrenched
I hid my hurt
ace of spades1. i come out wrong.
well, no, sorry.
i come out loudly. i tell my friends
almost immediately, before
the puzzle is even halfway complete.
i tell them that given the opportunity
and the consent i would probably
fuck the waitress that waved at us
as we walked in. but the words
aren’t as true as i want them to be,
mostly because i don’t want to fuck her,
i want to hold her hand.
i want to be the one that gets to hug her
from behind and kiss her cheek when she’s sad.
i wanna know if she’s afraid of
thunderstorms, i wanna know if she
builds blanket forts, i wanna know
her stance on eskimo kisses and if she
would let someone like me be
her little spoon.
but there’s not a word for that,
so i say fuck when really i mean cuddle,
and i come out wrong.
2. when he kisses me, i try
my hardest to think about fireworks,
but inside me there’s nothing
but a clock ticking in my head,
counting the seconds until
i can be not kissing him anymore. i pull back