My Page :D
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>.> This is great.
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My heart is racing.
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I feel dizzy.
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Stupid song.
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"What's is depression like?" He whispered.
"it's like drowning. Except you can see everyone around you breathing." -
Can you hear the silence?
Can you the dark?
Can you fix the broken?
Can you feel my heart? -
The only thing separating me from happiness is.. Reality.
How can one escape reality when dreams be one nightmares? -
*become
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She paints a pretty picture,
But the story has a twist
Her paint brush is a razor
And her canvas her wrist
She paints her pretty picture
In a colour that's blood red
While using her sharp paint brush
She ends up final dead
Her pretty picture fading
Quite slowly on her arm
The blood is not racig through her
She can no longer do harm
She painted her pretty picture
But her picture had a twist
You see, her mind was the razor...
...And her heart was her wrist.
~Unknown. -
She paints a pretty picture,
But the story has a twist
Her paint brush is a razor
And her canvas her wrist
She paints her pretty picture
In a colour that's blood red
While using her sharp paint brush
She ends up finally dead
Her pretty picture fading
Quite slowly on her arm
The blood is not racing through her
She can no longer do harm
She painted her pretty picture
But her picture had a twist
You see, her mind was the razor...
...And her heart was her wrist.
~Unknown. -
And on this warm summer day when the wind caressed her deceased body, and when the day grew to night and the night to day.. People will remember her suicide.
They will never forget how lonely she was.
The type of loneliness only felt when you were in a room full of people.
The type that is never found even if searched for, for a long time.
They will remember her last words.. Her suicide note.
Only a few phrases long.
Words with so much meaning.. Yet meaningless in the ears of who chose to not listen.
Just words who are merely forgotten to those who never cared. A few phrases.
Maybe ten sentences long.
The torn up page, with bloody tears and many secrets hold those few words.
On the stained note, with small delicate writing were the words of not a quitter but of a warrior to tired to fight.
-I've tried. I've tried so many times. Too many times to count. I can't anymore. A sorry won't heal what I'm about to do. But I'll apologize anyway. I'm sorry. To those who cared and to those who were to afraid to show a bit of care. I'm sorry.-
Her note was not easy to find.
Her last thoughts were that If people really cared they would search for a note.
For those who really knew her they would find it.
The note wasn't easy to find.. It wasn't close to her.
Nor was it far.
It was covered by her old teddy bear, the one that laid in the closet.
The closet in which she was now hanging.. Dead.
Her scars now visible. Both on her wrist and on her legs.
Forever will she be remembered on days like these.
Warm summer days with inviting wind.
LIE_EIL -
Took me awhile to write this. :')
I'm proud though.
It's not really that suckish.. :3
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*Happy Dance* :D I haven't written in awhile.
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I leave for now. :3
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