The pain tears at my heart, ripping it to shreds as I read those words over and over again. Not knowing if he had truly meant it. But looking over the length of the letter, and the things that he had said within it, surely enough it was all completely true. Like a dagger, those… Continue reading Destoyed… (True)
And now.. These feelings inside hate, darkness broken trust
every night before she went to bed,she’d pray to be dead. and every morning she cries and asks god why? why her? why couldn’t he make her die. more tears fill up in her eyes, as she falls to the ground. she goes kiss her mom, dad, brother, and sisters. she writes a note that… Continue reading a time of pain, (End)
Emily ran up to her room, slammed her door, turned on the radio, turned up the volume, and fell to the floor crying. After a few minutes, she got up, went over to her drawer, took out her dagger, and sat on her bed. She held the dagger in her hands, twirling it on her… Continue reading Emily
“You have to give this to them, Emmi, your life is too important and I think you need help…” She hands me the letter and I reluctantly take it. I don’t leave…even though I know I’m supposed to.
“Not bad. Not bad at all.” That was the last thing Sara said to him. The very last thing. Be fore she killed herself two years ago. And that day still rings in his ears. Now there’s the plan: to kill the people that hurt her and himself.
I had been looking forward to this night ever since she left me. It was the day of our marriage. We had planned it to be in Paris inside our favorite Goth club, Les Vampires. It was the club that we had met at and had our first ‘interaction’.
An angel wrapped in chains. Bogged down by human pains. She can’t bear your cries. She Struggles to believe in God. To believe in the goodness of all mankind.
They said he was a just a child, a sweet faced, angelic child. Nothing was different about him, and everything would be perfect. When they looked at his white golden curls they crooned, and those daunting blue eyes made them stop and stare smiling at him. They pinched his cheeks and called him a sweet… Continue reading Prince Cambell
today i was in all black, listining to korn and slipknot, and my mom says “stop listining to that scary music” and i reply “just close my door” she pouts and looks around my dark room and says “why arn’t the lights on” and i said “i was sleeping??”