Sta.sh
did i ever mention, in note to the last entry ..
that me and frankie broke up.
in like. december. yeah. figured i should fix that.
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the victim of your insincerity it's not my fault that when you touch me my thoughts get clutteredthe victim of your insincerity by ~brokenx3loser
and it's not my fault that when i hear your voice mine beings to stutter.
you have this tendency of showing up in the wrong place at the right time;
like showing up where i am when i'm in a settled state of mind.
or when you show up inside a peaceful dream
and make me scream loud enough to make my voice bleed.
i hope you enjoy the torture you ensue and i endure,
because what you do makes it seem like there's nothing left to live for.
More Than I Can Return I've been sick for so long,More Than I Can Return by ~brokenx3loser
But I've been rejecting all the possible antidotes.
And after a while, I began to think I wasn't going to make it;
I spent last night reading every handwritten, tear-smudged note.
And after being awake through the night,
I'm beginning to see that everything happens when the time is right.
You've given me so much more than I'll ever be able to return,
You've sparked an ember that will never cease to burn.
I've been laying in the grass that lays beyond the meadow just staring into space.
But all I've been seeing are the endless possibilites of us escaping from this place.
And you've given me so much more
what lies beneath You can see his appearance, the brown eyes, the dark hair.what lies beneath by ~brokenx3loser
But you can't see the burden he struggles so hard to bare.
Underneath his clothes and on the surface of his skin,
He's got scars to show and about five million sins.
He'll hold the vodka bottle by the neck and pour one shot for every mistake.
One down, and four-million, nine-hundred, ninety-nine more to take.
It's a series of unfortunate events and he's drunk enough to kill himself.
He sits at in the bar alone, and stumbles into his car without anyone's help.
He'll drive down the road and pass the street sign.
"Construction Ahead: Caution, Do not drive."
He'll zip on right p
Chapter Two: Edited + Revised I walked towards the door. I open it cautiously; like a little girl checking under her bed for the "Boogie Man". I can't quite explain why I feared leaving that room so much; mainly just because I was afraid that my suspicions were right. There are moments when you know exactly what's coming next. I didn't want that moment to come.Chapter Two: Edited + Revised by ~loSt-anD-brOken
Outside the room wasn't much different from the inside. Empty and colorless like the faces passing by. I carefully took each step trying to make sure my footsteps were soundless. I made it my goal to become a ghost wandering the halls. Shouldn't be too hard when you feel like you're in a cemetary.
There
Chapter Four Someone once said that revenge wasn't worth it. Well that person has obviously never been put in a crazy home. I wondered whether putting the word "home" in the phrase "crazy home" was some sort of sick joke or whether people really just didn't understand the word's meaning anymore. The more I thought about it the more clearly it came to me that I could not stay here.Chapter Four by ~loSt-anD-brOken
"Michael Boltarr" was written across the page. The name raced through me like a disease that had seized control of my body. I stood there, motionless and numb. My eyes grew empty at the sound of it as my mind escaped from the clutches of my weak being. Such enraging anger
another dose of frostbite. This winter's been freezing here without you.another dose of frostbite. by ~every1hasproblems
It's 20 below with no one to run to.
Remember the nights we'd sit in the snow?
We'd wake up in eachothers arms; where did that time go?
Heart is frostbitten; body's numb
Trying to erase the pain with a bottle of rum.
Hands are shaking, legs are bare
Why'd I believe you could ever care?
I've been waiting up all nigh, time to start a fight.
I knew you wouldn't show, how did I get this low?
The fire's burning here without you,
Sparks are spreading and I realize all this time I knew.
The fire's burning here without you,
I'm writing to say that I am, too.
My Hero Words won't do it this timeMy Hero by ~loSt-anD-brOken
But I promise I'm trying
I appreciate your heroism
But I'm already dying
My wounds are getting the best of me
I think it's the end
In a brave attempt you rescue me
With the hand you did lend
But your intentions have been shown
You've fooled me all along
I thought you'd be the one to save me
But I guess I was proved wrong
I'm lying in the corner
It's already gotten through
You've proved your capable
Of all the pain you can ensue
Your story will live on
As a hero so true
But the knife in your hand
Shows the evil in you
And if Patrick bothers you again, let me know.
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A past may chase you if you try to escape from it...but once you confront it, it's just an old memory inside you. There's nothing to be afraid of. -- Cho Hakkai
later kid!!! o and im happy for you :
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Ignorance is Bliss....
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