that me and frankie broke up.
in like. december. yeah. figured i should fix that.


the victim of your insincerityit's not my fault that when you touch me my thoughts get cluttered 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.the victim of your insincerity


More Than I Can ReturnI've been sick for so long, 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,More Than I Can Return
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


submerged tragedy pt. IIOh, look what you're doing to me now; You've got my throat in your grasp and my life in your hands. But you want to put me under, so I'll take one last glance, A glance around the room and through your eyes. I search them restlessly for the hope that I've failed to find. But it always felt so real and your kiss was like a cut; Sharp, but painful, and each one was never enough.submerged tragedy pt. II
This tension's like a cigarette, and I'm close enough to smell the addiction. Your mistakes aren't something I can forgive and forget, but I know that all the abuse I take is just for the attention. &nbs


what lies beneathYou can see his appearance, the brown eyes, the dark hair. 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:what lies beneath


Chapter Two: Edited + RevisedI 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. 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.Chapter Two: Edited + Revised


Chapter FourSomeone 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. "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 aChapter Four


another dose of frostbite.This winter's been freezing here without you. 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?another dose of frostbite.
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 wi


My HeroWords won't do it this time But I promise I'm trying I appreciate your heroism But I'm already dyingMy Hero
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 knif
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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The biggest thing i regret is learning how to regret
Ignorance is bliss....
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