| yay emo shit! |
The Picture.There was a picture on the wall of my room. In it, there was Josh and I. He was my boyfriend. We were at a party, smiling, happy and in love. I was walking down the hall with my headphones on. I danced into my room and began cleaning up. I went to the computer to check my email when I saw it. It was titled ‘I’m so sorry…’ and it was from one of my best friends. I felt my back straighten and my hands clench into fists as I read the email. It said, “I’m so sorry. I just found out and I was going to call you but your phone was off. It’s about Josh. Some drunk guy t-boned his car. He’s dead.” &nbThe Picture.
Untitled.I can't ignore him. I can't block him out. It's kind of because I can't hurt him, But mostly because I love him. This isn't a joke to me. This is real, This is what I feel. Nothing can take that away. Nothing can ever erase that. No matter how many times He hurts me, NO matter how many times He breaks my heart. I could never cause him harm. Because he is my only reason to live. He is the light that guides me, Warms me, And protects me. This is why I can't hurt him, But I still can't live through all the pain he causes me. WhUntitled.
Pain.You told me that you loved me. You told me that I was beautiful. Then why? Why do you say all those hurtful things to me? Why do you hit me, No matter what I do? Can nothing I do be good enough for you? Why do I endure your hit, your punch, your kick, your slap? I thought that you loved me, but I didn't know that love meant I would have to fight to stay alive. You insult me, You beat me, You rape me, You torture me. When will this end? When will you stop hurting me, stop hatin gme? When will this pain finally endPain.
HateHatred. Deep inside me. Bubbling up. Threatening to explode. I feel it taking over, Destroying the pain and sadness That has become my constant Companion. All the things I could say, All the things I could do, Just to show them how I feel, Just to make them feel how I feel Every minute of every day. My only salvation is death. It is the only thing that can keep me from The sadness, The pain, The tears, The hate.Hate
| yay emo shit! |
ohmygosh this is the saddest song ever...
Tender
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The power of imagination is the ability to create your own future.
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"Verus amicus amore more ore re cognoscitur." [Vergil]
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"Verus amicus amore more ore re cognoscitur." [Vergil]
i'm acting out pulcinella in my theatre class. he's pretty awesome
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"Verus amicus amore more ore re cognoscitur." [Vergil]
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