I wanna die. READ. Another ranting, not pointless. I am solving my mind out here so you friends could understand me and maybe try to help, maybe just listen and tell you are caring. Whatever it is... I need to speak up my mind.1. I will never trust few persons again (I don't wanna name them but you can ask if you are one of them)2. I will fear love for now on3. I will tell the full story of my past (note me for this)4. I want to make friends. Wanna be one? Wanna know more about me? Note me, or comment. Are already friend? Wanna get closer? Just open your mind to me.5. If you love me, tell it. No matter which way (brotherly, or like deeply, or whatever
excerpt 02. Thoughts that were shoved away in the subconscious were slowly brewing, encompassing everything to vehemently consumed them.I missed her calloused way with words, her anxious demeanor. As a pathological liar, each hushed whisper was like a sweet piece of chocolate to my troubled ego - "you're unique," she would croon as the sound of typing was rampant in the background, "I wish I could suck out your soul to hold it in my hands.""My soul is ugly.""We're ugly physically, but ugly was such a treasured thing by the outcasts of the Greeks.""You have too many fickle problems," my brother would interject. Tall and bulky, he'd been my savior
High School High school will be the best three years of your life, they say. I'd like to know who they are. I'd like to know what school they went to, and the people they knew. Why can't they just tell us the truth? High school will change a person, chewing them up, then spitting them out. What people don't seem to realize is that like in an ad for weight loss pills, there's a long list of possible side effects that come with high school. They are much worse than yellowing skin or hair loss. It's the silent killer. Sometimes, literally. I get that high school can be fun. It can be exciting, all the new faces, new freedom, new responsibilities. But wit
Lucky I lay in my dark house, sleeping pills scattered on my bed and spread on the floor. A blade slips out of my hand and falls to the floor. Blood pools on the tile beside my bed and soaks into my sheets. My arms lie limp beside me, deep slashes trace from my wrists to my shoulders. I slowly close my eyes as my breathing slows and Asking Alexandria blares in my ears. I finally start to think about you... your blue eyes and black hair. Your skinny jeans and graphic tees. Your bracelets and converse and lip ring and perfect make-up. I think about how you wish that you were dead. How you hate your life and your parents and your friends. How you igno
disease it's slowly killing me. I can't feel nothing anymore bar the choking gas filling my lungs with poison and head with doubts I need to keep things easy, stop this heart from freezing for now. What happens when the blood stops and it's put to rest? I need to know there is more than living this horrible disease. The creases running through the bed reflected what was happening in my head it showed the folds of time and memories creasing my thoughts. sometimes I wonder what would happen if I just took a break from breathing just stopped for a second and see who would run at me, miss me if I ever turned blue from the choking gas. It's slowly k
Give and Take I ask for a moment.You give me a lifetime.I ask for a smile.You give me your heart.I ask for your voice.You give me a lullaby.I ask for your touch.You give me the world.I ask for patience.You'd give me the time.I ask for you to love me.But I cannot ask for what you have already given me.You give me the warmest of embraces.You give me you gentle words.You give me gentle kisses, in many silly places.You give me hope and a place to call home.You give me peace when I was afraid.You give me the feeling of not being alone.I ask too much of youBut you have told me, "There is nothing, I won't do."To my darlin
Tinychat part 1 .[6:59 PM] guest-89361 changed nickname to ryu[6:59 PM] ryu: ._.[6:59 PM] itsthirtyonenow: Hey sexy ;D[7:00 PM] fira: ._.[7:00 PM] itsthirtyonenow: LOOOL[7:00 PM] fira: And the room just got THAT MORE AWKWARD.[7:00 PM] itsthirtyonenow: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL[7:00 PM] pitchblack: u know its me pitch black right? ITS WORKS O_O ryus a legend.[7:00 PM] fira: ._.[7:00 PM] itsthirtyonenow: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL[7:00 PM] ryu changed nickname to pitchblack[7:00 PM] pitchblack: Pwned[7:00 PM] fira: and the room just got even more awkard.[7:01 PM] itsthirt
untitled I'd never fight a man for a woman no one woman is worth a damn. When we let them know just how much we crave them their price goes up, and quantity goes down. Now they know they're rare. So lets keep it to ourselves, men. Our emotions, feelings, and lust. Otherwise they think they are worth a damn and you'll always be one lonely man.
A song parody I wrote for someone special on MC ♪ I still miss hearing your voice after you have to leave forgive me my weakness but I don't know why when im playing and its night I need your help to stay aliiiiive cuz every time we play I get a feelin and every time I make you laugh id swear I could fly dontcha hear my voice so fast i need our adventures to last I need you by my side. ♪
Farewell to a Friend (Part II) Farewell to a FriendIt's cold and hard but achy and warm all the same. And I see your clear bright smile, the one where I know in my heart, it's so clear I love you. And I will kill, threaten to kill those who don't understand you, don't want to understand you. For I would stand before and beside you anytime anyplace anywhere. But this parting has sucked the breath from my lips, sapped the courage from my spirit, stemmed the love from my heart. I wish to breathe, I wish to stand, I wish to love, but it's gone, gone in the ever whirring current that sucks us all away before we have a chance to remember. And my eyes dilate with the fear of n
Relationship in my eyes Ok this is women and me in my eyes.I could be 6ft 11in, drive the newest fastest car, have the manliest beard in the world, a body builders body, a hairy chest, work construction, make plenty of money, and I would be labeled too much of an asshole.I could be 5ft 5in, drive something hipterish, be clean shaven, a skinny body, Perfect hair, smooth body, some white collar job, make plenty of money, and I would be labeled a bitch.I'm in between, 5ft 11in, have an ok car, clean shaven, my body is fit, happy trail, aiming to be an officer of the law, make plenty of money. They don't have a label for me, but it's too much, or too little. >.> I
Speranza Corvi che volano sulla mia testa Mi seguono sempre con perseveranza.Mi rapisce un inconsolabile tristezza Muore la mia anima al pensiero della sua scomparsa.Piango al pensiero di lei Dove sarà la mia dolce speranza?Cade la pioggia sul mio viso e un terrore mi assale Il cielo piange per lei?Corvi che volano sulla mia testa Aspettano solo la mia morte.Ma io non posso morire Non finche non l'avrò ritrovata.Vago sconsolato pensando a lei E arrivo ad un cimitero abbandonato.Solo tombe vecchie e cadenti.Quando uno dei corvi si posa su una lapide recente Mi avvicino, s
Calico Cats Last night,I lay on the softest part of the earth and listened to the conversation from the patio."Did you know that, when you die, a hungry dogs will lay right beside you, but a hungry cat will eat you?"I thought about that for a long while,looked at the space between the telephone lines and the trees,and wondered if it really mattered.If starvation isn't a noble cause to give yourself to, what is?I woke up the next morning, somber and hungry,and with my last three dollars,I bought your beverage of choice at a run down gas station.I then drove outside the city limits,watched my footing carefully, and placed the drin
Suicide:6, Hospital Pain I woke up. I open my eyes and I wasn't still in my room. I'm I dead? I'm I in heaven? Where am I? I blinked and I was still in the same room. I heard somebody crying, or somebodies crying. I sat up and seen my older brother crying. Then I seen my father was crying also holding a piece of paper.My death note! Is that my death note!? I looked at my waist, it was a bandaged up. Then I looked down at my lap to see if I was still wearing my skirt. No, I was wearing one of those hospital gowns. "What happen?" I whispered."I found you in your room, passed out on the ground." Daddy said. Trying to hold back his tears. His hair and everything was
Czp Sunt doar un suflet rătăcit!Păşind încet mă-ndrept spre Infinit...Eşti doar o inimă ce-a vrut să moarăŞi te-am salvat! chiar dacă viaţa-i o povară!De ce vroiai să treci in nefiinţa?Chiar ai rămas fără credinţă? De ce nu crezi în mine şi în noi?De ce te-ngropi tu singur în noroi?
Yolo! Love your life until the fullest. Even if the world begins to wither in your thoughts, and you think that you just ought to give up.Don't.Think about it, someone on this planet might want to be in your position; living a healthy life, and capable of doing a lot.Just because you might be in a tough situation, doesn't mean you should just give up all hope and die right in front of us!Dream bigger, and try to succeed.Take your life, and hold it with both hands.Don't baby it like some people do,But try to actually live until fullest!YouOnlyLiveOnce