abortionShe was scared of what the doctor would say.The pain she felt just wouldnt go away.Each morning she wokeShe started to chokeShe just wanted to die.The doctor just smiledand patted her thighHe took off his glovesAnd said the tests resultsShould be here any time.She paced and pacedaround the roomHating the truth.The nurse called her backand laughed and said congratesYour pregnet my hearThe words she didnt want to heara tear streamed down her faceShe ran from that place.The angel girl had been raped.She didnt understandShe didnt know what to doShe hated her selffor what she knewshe had to do.She called up the clinicHer apointments at threeShe killed the baby beforeit even had a change to breath.She buryed her daughterIn a white little dress.She wept as her daughterwas layed to rest.She feel to her kneesShe didnt even try to plead.She killed the child.She had no choice.
deathShe ran and ran as fast as she couldbreaths coming out in pants.She trid to scream,she tripped and fell.death extended his hand andsaid it's time to go to hell.but "why me?" she tried to pleadDeath looked her in the eyeand said "it was not your time to die"She killed her self with a knifeand now she had to pay the price.The angels wept and her fateThere was nothing they could change.She hung her headshe understood.She took his hand.Down to hell she wentjust like he planned
AbuseGoodbye foreverA twisted fateEvery one saw her hurtevery one saw her pain.They struck her faceto put her in her placeA broken wrista black.She whimperd as they kicked her againSo much pain she saw red.No tears would help her,her voice no one heard.she did not deserve to be hit.She did not deserve to be burned.
homeI'm not afraid of the pastI know it will never change.All the smiles and the memorysall of that stays in place.With the pastI can rememberand laugh.But that was then.In the past.The present dayis filled with worry and decayNever knowing what comes nextIf it will be sunshine or rainNot knowingif things will go wellor if it causes painHow I wish to know.To have some onewho understandsand a loving hand to holdBut all I haveare useless tearsand hearts that are so cold.
angels and demons chapter twoFrank walked down the road. It was dark and He could not find a place to rest his head. He let out a big sigh and hung his head. "I guess that I will be sleeping outside again" The last thing frank remembers was a white hot pain shooting through his head then he fell softly into blackness.Gerard watched the sleeping little falling angel with a look of wonder in his eyes. Gerard didn't understand why he had hit the shorter boy or why he had picked him up tenderly like a mother would to a new born but the next thing he knew he had walked back to his house. He set the ex-angel down on his bed and for some reason had the strong urge to kiss the sleeping boys head. He turned around with a huff. Something was wrong. He didn't even know him. So what if he had been kind to him in the ally way. For all Gerard knew the sleeping ex-angel could have been sent by Bert to drag him back to that hell hole. A shiver ran down his spine just at the thought of Bert. Bert,
convo with tylerconverstaion with my girlfriend her- Gahh! I was talking about drugs not sex! Me- but drugs can lead to sex her- depending on what they are weed yes, lsd no, alchoal yes, dph no. me- Roofies lead to sex ^_^ her- i love you.
shhhh don't telli just need to tell you how i feel, im crying because i miss you so much i wish i could be holding you in my arms again, i love you so fucking much i fell for you so hard that i can never fall out of love and i cant imagine why i would ever want to, your so gorgeous, sweet, funny, amazing, adorable and cute as hell, smart, perfect, trustworthy, and my love. i made a mistake by not dating you in the first place. i never ever ever want to lose you, because i cant live with out you and you help me make it through every hardship i have and that we both have. you give me hope, you give me love, you give me happiness. i want to be by your side forever no matter what. i love your eyes i love you smile i lov e your hair i love your body i love your smell i love your lips i love how unique you are and i know that ill never ever find another girl like you and i cant let you go. your my baby girl and my eternal love. ♥..
Melodybelieve in the melodys the words you can't speak of in this life. Listen to the lyrics that haunt you in the dead on night. Hum along with me while I lull you to sleep. Close your eyes and give me your batterd heart to keep
My story part oneMy name is Catherin crystabell sabrina leeann lynn Many of you know me as sabrinaleeful.I am fifteen years old and this is my story. Since this is the begining I might as well start at where my life began. I was born in lancester general hospital, I weighed Four pounds and eight ounces. I was in a critical state being born both in extreme jondus (I don't know how to spell it but basicly my organs where underdeveloped) And I was born with a hole in my heart. Technicly I was never really born because the definition of birth is the child has a heart beat and is breathing when it comes out of its mother. I was not. I was dead when I came out having "died" when I was inside her. The doctors where able to get me beating again and I was wisked away for surgery and needed medical care. After they fixed my heart I had to be put into this box that shoned special light on me. That continuted for two years. Once my apgar was normal I was allowed to go home. Naterally I don't remember any of this
You Deserve to SmileDo what you have to do to be happy.Eat an entire chocolate cake,Swallow all the pills you need to take -'Medication' isn't a dirty word.Wear a princess dressOr a band t-shirt withJeans in distress -Boy or girl or anything in between,Stand before that mirrorTake a twirlAnd see how beautiful you are.Go for a run,Have some fun,Watch Netflix until your eyes burn,Curl up in bed -Take a vacation from your head.Phone a friendAnd talk for hours,Or stay in your roomAnd wait for the darknessTo end -No need to pretend,Just do what you need.Paint a pictureOr write a sonnet,Or just sit stillAnd breathe -Things willGet better.Pick some flowers,Take hoursJust for yourself -You are just as specialAs anyone else.
Can You Hold on One More Day?I read a poem about a boy.Who had lost all of his pride and joy.He wore his heart on his sleeves.Which were stained red,From all of the blood that he bled.The boy died...By the blade of a knife.That he ran up and down his wrists.And I couldn't help but cry.That poem was fake.There wasn't such a boy.It wasn't a true story.But... Then I began to realize.That just because it wasn't that specific boy.There are others just like him.Begging for death.Slitting their wrists,And hoping to die.Because so many times,They've tried,And so many times,They've cried.But nothing gets better!I just wanted to say,I've been that boy.At some point.I felt that way.And I just wanted to say,I am so sorry.I know it hurts but hang on another day.Another month,Another year.Please, stay with me dear.Don't join that boy,No, not tonight.Stay with me,Please?
Suckerpunch SweetheartRed lipstick war paintEyeliner eyes.I am a soldier in my own war;A force split in two sides.I am a force of natureBring about my own raptureAnd I’ll bring you to your knees.Say pleaseLittle girl lost.Cut off my hairCut into my skinPretty princess girlCardinal sin.Let me inLet me in.Sugar in my veinsAnd poison in my heart;I can turn bloodInto a work of art.I won’t go there againWon’t do itI won’t.HandsA sea of handsAnd andsIn my head.A universe inside.Dead.Icy skinFiery eyesNobody knowsJust what's inside.
Bullied On Our Friendly Website DA There was once a two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out.But a famous author set to put them out.She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red.And here’s what she said,“Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!”The tiny authors wept and cried.Wondering was it because they picked a side.Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone elsethey wouldn't have suffered being a different self?The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left.But the dainty female author stayed behind. HoweverThe light within her grew dimmer and dimmer.And its glow became barely a shimmer.Her originality became to be like everything else she owned: plastic.She wasn't real anymore; just another author following the trends.All hope was lost.No one to come save her.Sadness reigned within her, making her shallow and pale as Frost.Not
Eternity Comes Only Once ...In a dream of eternal youthwith beautiful eyes and unspoken truths,dancing on a thin thread drawn by Selenain a blue night when all four winds talking about peace;...In that unique poem when loveshines more than the Sun God on your ring finger,weaving lasting hopes on a delicate cobwebin a white day of the beginning of all beginnings;...In a cold afternoon of Decemberwith memories which surrounds the Arctic Circle,melting everlasting snows that floods the time, paradoxically, leaving behind them the fire which burns your heart;....In the black hole of a single moment,with pain, with answers, with courage, maybe with joy, or Not,Waltz with the time between seconds,Eternity comes only once...
absent resolvei.i cradle my hopewith both hands,as if holding it closewill give it the warmthto stay alive.when you come nearit flares and rustles,begging to take flight;yet i am both caressand cage.ii.we have confused our signals,mixed our drinks andnever together.closure looms ominousbut i would rather forgetthan be caught in thisluminous void ofperhaps -iii.i am weakand perhapsyou are blind,we, silent,are nothingperhaps we could beeverythingif only we spoke.iv.enigma,you have unknowinglytwisted yourselfin helical fundamentalsabout my identity,shaped me inabsence andthe embers ofa chance.i wish i knewwhen to releasethis frail hope.v.we're both drunkand you're shaking,caught in a momentneither here nor now.entwined fingersbring you back tothe present, and i lingerbut you are eager to eclipsethis vulnerability,so you run.vi.i'm too afraid to ask,but at least the question'sanswered:we're both cowards.
Demons Can Feel TooI'll admit that I'm a demon.I'm cold and cruel,Hateful and quick to anger.I'm flawed.I prefer darkness over light.But demons can have feelings too.I can be hurt, offended.I can be sympathetic.I can care for other peopleAnd I can love.I may be a cruel being.Excessively so at times.But that doesn't make me heartless.Though I may seem so,I'm not.I do have a heart.And I do use it.Just not often.Because the problem with having a heartIs it can be broken.And I don't want a broken heart.I think maybe that's why demons seem so cruel and hateful.They're just afraid of getting hurt.
bound in retrospectpart i.let's talkabout wreckage and dreaming,about nights wept weary,and how city limitscompress to claim youwhen you run.let’s talkabout slippingaway early mo(u)rningand choosing dark over light;how eventually i stoppedwishing upon starsbecause really,what’s the point.let's talk;there is no true wayfor someone this self-consciousto let loose streams ofconsciousness,but i'm trying.interlude: youyou,you are an immersionheartbeatracing down my spine,along vertebrae as ifthey belong to youbut they shouldn’t,not now.you,you are long-limbed eyelashes,a study in faux-reluctance.you are a cagei never could penetratealthough you never had much troubleignoring my reluctance;penetration became a gamei never won.part ii.let’s talk;this was never a love story,but add enough adjectiveand i guess it can bewhatever you want it to be.warped to your ideal,turn me to my better angleand hide the flaws;hide the fa
V o i c e sThese whispers in my head,trying to push me to the end.All I want is to go home,but then I remember,I've always been alone.
no diffrent.I love you I love you too baby.I want to marry you. Then do it, make me yours.It won't be easy. Thats why they call it loveyour adorible Your perfect.