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abortionShe was scared of what the doctor would say.
The pain she felt just wouldnt go away.
Each morning she woke
She started to choke
She just wanted to die.
The doctor just smiled
and patted her thigh
He took off his gloves
And said the tests results
Should be here any time.
She paced and paced
around the room
Hating the truth.
The nurse called her back
and laughed and said congrates
Your pregnet my hear
The words she didnt want to hear
a tear streamed down her face
She ran from that place.
The angel girl had been raped.
She didnt understand
She didnt know what to do
She hated her self
for what she knew
she had to do.
She called up the clinic
Her apointments at three
She killed the baby before
it even had a change to breath.
She buryed her daughter
In a white little dress.
She wept as her daughter
was layed to rest.
She feel to her knees
She didnt even try to plead.
She killed the child.
She had no choice.
deathShe ran and ran as fast as she could
breaths coming out in pants.
She trid to scream,
she tripped and fell.
death extended his hand and
said it's time to go to hell.
but "why me?" she tried to plead
Death looked her in the eye
and said "it was not your time to die"
She killed her self with a knife
and now she had to pay the price.
The angels wept and her fate
There was nothing they could change.
She hung her head
She took his hand.
Down to hell she went
just like he planned
A twisted fate
Every one saw her hurt
every one saw her pain.
They struck her face
to put her in her place
A broken wrist
She whimperd as they kicked her again
So 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 past
I know it will never change.
All the smiles and the memorys
all of that stays in place.
With the past
I can remember
But that was then.
In the past.
The present day
is filled with worry and decay
Never knowing what comes next
If it will be sunshine or rain
if things will go well
or if it causes pain
How I wish to know.
To have some one
and a loving hand to hold
But all I have
are useless tears
and 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
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
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