When Love is a Liewhen you said you loved meI wish you didn't lieall those times I've thought of younow regret lives in my mindall that time I've wastedall those tears I've criedthis is the last you will hear of my loveI will not give you a second trybecause when you said you loved meSomething didn't feel rightand all those times you hugged meyou never held on too tightall those times you kissed meit felt like our last sceneall those times we made loveit just felt like a dreamthen reality came crashingthen the storms grew darkand all that I was really left withwas loneliness and a broken heart
wordsFeel my wordsnot only through my mindbut my heart as wellbecause they are involvedequallythey share different meaningsall leading towards one purposetruly hear my wordswhat I have to sayalthough not much is saidall should be heardbecause every tiny piece is important as the next
invisibleits like i can disappearwalk awayno one will know i was hereinto the shadows i fadeto live the remainder of my days
a lonely hearttake my hearti dont want itits yoursi wish to not feelfor my feelings ache for youone thing i cannot have
cagedI'm drowning in my tearschoking on my fearsdieingscreamingpleadingjust please let me go
releaseshe crys herself to sleepalmost every nightshe tries to hold it backshe tries to put up a fightbut in the end shes lostconsuming her, the tears fallwhat will be the costto let it be the end of it all
let it bleedi did something im not proud ofa cuta slashheretherejust asking it to take the pain away once more
another letter to myselfhard to breathwhen i see your namewhen i hear your laughi just go insanetrying to smilewhen all i do is crytrying to livewhen 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
Love Is BlindWhy do you still want him after everything that he did..You offered him your heart, body and soul,and he damaged your soul and threw your heart like it was nothing,he took the body and after he was done he threw it away it, too.So, why do you still dream of him..why want someone like him..?
Isabella Gets Kinda Salty About FeminismTeach me how to be soft.Like Monet paintings.All pastel and water colorSo easily washed away.But so breath takingly pretty.Teach me how to be quiet. (Ha!)Like the breeze whistling through the trees.Delicate and belonging to Spring.Turn my hurricane winds into something you can handle.Teach me how to be beautiful.A paper cut out doll from your magazines, so easily ripped in to two.But don't I look so nice in this dress?Make my hair like silkInstead of a mess of tangled curls.Take your burning hot flat irons and turn every fiery red head knot into golden blonde.Style it until I look like a Hollywood princess.Sick and utterly gorgeous.Am I perfect to you now?You took my storms and made me into a colorless July sky.But you tell me 'Smile honey'Cameras go 'Snap snap snap'And I can hear my heart beat in them.You've taught me this since I was born.But I know better now.My pretty is uniqueLike wild flowers and thunderstorms.Vibrant and loud.And I will not be tamed,B
I am a writer.And I don't even careif the world hears my story.All I want to dois put my ink to paperand stain the white with all the thingsyou said to meand watch the paper blackenuntil you can't see the lines,because I am a writer.And I always carry my penso I can stain the world with my storiesthe way you stained me.I'll see you in the pages.
I Ship UsI can not measure our lovein words, but in how tightwe hug when we finallysee each other again. Thereis starshine in your smileand I could swear that youare Aurora, wreathed inbeauty, but with less sleepingand more ass-kicking.You are kind and selfless,a true paragon of loveand a goddess of all thingsgood. where most have blood,you have eternal love.all the light in the worldis simply not enoughto express the lightyour friendship andlove bring to me.Passion and excitementexude from everythingthat you do and you pouryour heart into; everything youmake, everything you touch.When we first met, there wasn'ta doubt in my mind that Ihad found one of my soulmates,someone who could laughover puns and obsess overpokemon, someone who wouldn'tjudge me on anything I'd done.A kind soul that is therefor all to see. One that hasbeen scarred and one Iwish to protect. Everythingyou do becomes bettersimply by your being there.You are the reason I believein friends b
Lighting In My BonesI loved you until therewas nothing left of me,but lighting in my bonesand chaos in my heart.
wands up your face had many names, each one a ring in the tree of your life; a paragon in the arts, a kind voice in the wind you were the lighthouse in the fog, the booming presence from above, the firework display in Germany, and the wizard who struck Muggle gold in the hearts of millions; the laughter in your halls will cease to be mo
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 askTo those who have spent their entire existenceAmassing 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...
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeplyhow the differencebetween making your lifeand taking your lifeis a single letterremember the importanceof words-speak up before it's too late
Gentle EdgesDarling..be gentle with my edges,they may be sharp and rough,but they are a big part of methat made me strong when I was weak.
looking through windowsmy heart is not a toyits fragile like glasswill you break itor just give it a passall it wants is lovehold it close and you will seethere more to life than possesionstheres more to me than it seems