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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
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
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