i hear the pounding of my heart as it beats against the inside of my chest. almost enough to drive one mad, i would say. i quietly pull open my window. the night’s scent is that of fresh air and wet grass… its sounds are of crickets, night-birds, and distant cars. i jump down the… Continue reading calm exstasy
Author: x_fallen_angel_x
...i dont really know what to say. i write a lot...i was once, (and still kinda am), a cutter. i believe that anything is possible and that the only way to live is to be yourself and follow your dreams.
…nothingness…
i see the petty problems circulating within text all around me. these things are not, for the most part, of the darkness. not like they were just six months ago. i have returned to this site and am saddened by what i see. i post ‘…cutter…’ and ‘…in the light…child of the night…’. where has… Continue reading …nothingness…
…cutter…
i do not know why, at one point, i did not fear death. instead i prayed that it would come to me, take me away from the life that i lived…the life that i hated. or at least i wished for the death-like state that i was slipping into to hurry up and swallow me… Continue reading …cutter…
…in the light…child of night…
…although i am truly a night-child i am forced to lived in this world of the light. as much as i despise the sunlight caressing my skin and burning at my eyes i deal with it. after all, i am strong. i live each day a lie.