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Finally..People won't be there, even if I cried.
People wouldn't care, even if I died.
Everyone starts leaving.
While I continue on bleeding.
Nobody can hear my cries anymore.
I don't understand what life is worth living for.
I'm slowly giving up.
As I push the dagger through my gut.
I let out one last tear.
Before I cry out my only fear.
I've died here alone.
And no one is even home.
I'm left in the dark
While others seem to part.
I'm dead, I'm done.
Oh look, I've found a gun.
This will surely finish it.
No more life, not one bit.
I hold it to my head.
Boom, And I'm dead.
Finally, it's all over.
DeathI don't know why I'm writing this,
all I have to say,
Is death may be a life style,
That we'll all pick up one day
Unheard StoriesYou always hear or read those stories about preventing suicide. Or for when you want to stop bullying, trying to be more considerate for others. Some that you may have read is the famous story of a young girl who commits suicide and it explains how her whole family and school reacts. How her bullies regretted what they said and all that. And then how a little boy who is crying, you make fun of him, and it turns out that he's crying because his mother died. But what about those who never experienced that? Those who are just having a bad life together? Or for those that are struggling. They still cry..but the most famous stories are about someo
Interference from the PrincessInterference from the Princess of Wands turning Happiness to Prudence,
the Futility of the Truce letting The Empress Trump Strife & The Aeon,
the Knight of Wands is The Hanged Man today,
Success and Fortune flipping Indolence while the Queen of Wands sits on her throne,
Sorrow and Cruelty shine on The Hierophant,
and The Moon looks over the Knight of Swords & the Princess of Cups.
The Princess of Disks however, reigns with Oppression so fiery it brings Peace.
The Lovers and The Magus Gain an Ace of Disks and an Ace of Swords respectively while The Star makes an Adjustment of Virtue using Dominion with Abundance to Change her Disappoint
Angels vampire trilagyI remember,
that winter the winds were to strong for the ladybirds to fly. they crawled across the ground istead. there brigh red floresent shells luminous against the grey stony pavement and blinding against the blur rain air.
it didnt take place untill a few years after we had first found out about her. I could smell her fear as she ran away from home, obliviouse to the watching eyes that sorrounded her. I saw her running closer and loser to the lake, not stopping as se grew inreasingly close to the deadly winter waters.
when i first opened my eyes to the new world around me, when i opened my eyes fr the second
Changed fateYou hate these words,
Because they scare you,
Its like looking at the truth,
And it dares you.
This unknown hounesty,
You hide within,
You almost give in.
Your stopped by commen sence,
But it has come to late,
Even the fewest of words,
Can meddle with your fate.
You try to take them back,
To re-hide them deep inside,
But this crul world has already decided,
Your next step you no longer decide.
Breaking lightI waited for you,
I wanted you to be real,
A deadly fasination,
One break could kill.
I prayed for my site,
to see you alive,
You forces me into blindness,
with your insistence to hide.
I listen to the wind,
I wait for you here,
My false infactuation,
I struggle to keep near.
My familier blanket of safty,
I let no one else see,
They all cast a blind eye,
Because your only real to me.
Only i can see,
Deep inside to the real you,
They all can critisize,
They just cant stand what is true.
Even though i have waited so long,
For you to finally be real,
Ill still remain on this plane,
One small break could kill.
As the darkn
nightmaresseeking the fear that makes me feel alive,
the nightmares crawl against my skin,
reaching deep towords my sole,
overwhelming its pureness with the darkest of sins.
lower then the earth,
i cower away,
frightened by dreams,
by light, by day.
a creature of the night,
remains of me,
nockturnal as my ashes,
are carried away by the sea.
my tear stained eyes,
now red with blood,
wash over me,
like a rising flood.
they look out to the waves ,
with the moon up high,
waiting to go home,
to my place in the sky.
A poem for those forgottenWe sit here on the stair case,
we stand here by the sink,
we here them as their yelling,
we feel the silence as we here the tap water go clink.
We feel the tars rolling down are faces,
we feel the blood gshing out our arms,
why do we continue to stay here,
when it only causes us harm?
All we are is accidents,
caused by their mistakes,
we see if they realise whats happening,
and count in silence how long it takes.
For some of us its early,
for some of us its too late,
but in life all of us matter,
because we are the love that is born from their hate.
Broken by greedWhy wait for the new year to make a promise,
then wait for the next day to break it,
why spend most of your life searhing for the truth,
and the rest running because you couldn't face it?
Why wish all day for your dreams to ome true,
then spend the other days watching as they become a chore,
why spend your whole life wanting everything,
just to end it because you couldnt take anymore?
none of the abouvI cover my face,
with powder so deep,
to hide the truth,
that hides the deciet.
im forbidden to retrace,
closed doors that can never open,
old memorie replaced.
A connection so deep,
it breaks the ice around humanity,
leaving humans so weak,
to be absorbed by there own insanity.
Looking at the stars,
that hide the ones that i lost,
lyind so low,
in the foot trodden frost,
Wishing to be like then,
so high and full of love,
but my wings broke from the fall,
makes me none of thee abouv.
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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