“So you never figured out what i am here for?” the man stared into the mirror his complextion was rather dark and looming as a shadow his clothes was wet so was his feet all around him blood was filling the floor as he stared into the mirror
Tag: stupidity
Just bored
Hey all. I’m just readingt all of the stuff that’s been posted lately. Seems like most people aren’t so sure of themselves anymore. But i don’t think any of you should sweat it, you’ll find yourselves in the end. I’ve gone through the whole, am i goth or a poser, bla, bla, bla. But i… Continue reading Just bored
Silenced Screams
Silenced Screams All i do, All i stay, All i think, All i say Nobosy sees, no-one feels, nobody knows, no body hears, My actions to die, my wants not to feel, my dreams to fly, my words of fear My ignorance and stupidity reign, taking hold of all my pain, as it grows its… Continue reading Silenced Screams
She should not have been tlaking to him part II
He stood there for a moment contemplating what she had just said.”Are you going to dance or have a breakdown?” He pushed away from her making his way through the massive crowd.They all had fangs,why hadn’t he noticed it before? He made his way to the back of the room and found a corner where… Continue reading She should not have been tlaking to him part II
My Cry Out To You(part one)
I remember like it was yesterday… being held in your gentle arms, lying my head on your shoulder, and smelling your sweet cologne. God how I miss your touch on my face… It’s been 6 months since I first fell in love with you, and 3 months since you fell out of it with me.… Continue reading My Cry Out To You(part one)
Always Crying
Painful ringing in my ears, Searing, hot, burning tears, Feels like acid on my cheeks. The agony of the weak.
I Hate You
Do you really think it’s funny, to laugh at my shattered heart? Is this some sick joke to make me feel even more worthless?
a bloodly goodbye
bound so tightly that blood seeps through my candy coated band-aids nobody notices the little red marks another fashion statement
nothing is wrong
i often wonder what went wrong the fight continues in temporary eternity writing gives pleasure the untouchable dark surrounds me
Venting: Chapter 2
I used to cut along my forearms. Nice, neat, little cuts, usually along the circumference, but a few along the length to break up the monotony. And for a few brief moments, I’d have peace. I could berate myself for my stupidity, wash the blood off my arms, and then get to work. I did… Continue reading Venting: Chapter 2