Revelations and Depressionand the people in it
are what make it so bad.
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Emotions.You've become the catalyst for a wave ofEmotions.
emotions I've tried not to feel for years.
I've discovered why I don't let myself feel too much love or too much friendship or too much fun or too much anything.
It's because
I'll have to let the bad in with the
good and Im scared of turning into
him.
I don't want to
hurt people, and I'm tired of being hurt.
So I think I'll just dig my hole
a little deeper and
pull myself inside myself.
by ~MyAwkwardSilence
He's Just A Time Bomb, Girl.Coldness started to seep in,He's Just A Time Bomb, Girl.
and not just because my pretty dress was soaked with the water you angrily threw on me.
I relayed in my mind what had just happened as I lay alone in my bed, sobbing.
Alone at home,
I've finally reached that
point of trust with
my parents, where I can be responsible for my own life again and for someone else's. My little sister.
I was in the front room, when I heard a door slam.
I could immediately tell that the slamming of this door signified something very bad, and ran out to make sure my sister was ok. You walked q
by ~MyAwkwardSilence
The Dulled Edge.I looked you straight in the eyes. The way I used to Before I started avoiding them.The Dulled Edge.
What a mistake. Your eyes have changed, just like me and you.
Just like I knew we would.
When I look at you, your eyes are bleak and empty. Dull.
Like the people we turned each other into.
I'm an empty shell now and nothing affects me. I can't bring myself to care about anything.
But maybe that's a good thing.
by ~MyAwkwardSilence
DespondencyIt's 4:30AM. Life feels meaningless for me right now. Emptiness has slid its way down my thoat going down various pathways until it finally reached my heart, silencing it.Despondency
I should have learned a long time ago to never let anyone in. yet, I keep doing it. I've gotten pretty good at shutting my friends out, so good we're hardly what you could call friends anymore.
But everytime you come around you tear down my walls and throw away all of my hard work.
But this is my fault too because I watched you tear down those walls. &n
by ~MyAwkwardSilence
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Here, the sinner--Blood trickles down the knife as the stabbed smiles.Here, the sinner--
The murderer started weeping as if she was the one about to die.
Silently, the victim fell on his knees then gasped, mouthing words which will never be heard.
The weak breeze rustled a few of the blood-stained leaves around them.
Spring water, the iron scent of blood, mixed into a fountain of salvation.
Here, the sinner bathed.
Here, the sinner repented.
Here, the sinner breathed.
Here, the sinner died.
by ~ReonenMiruel
Sleeping ForestSleeping forest, speak to me.Sleeping Forest
Why stay silent when there is blood on thy leaves?
Sleeping forest, speak to me.
Why are you always so lethargic?
Sleeping forest, speak to me.
Wherever I look in the darkness, there is nothing but the cold wind in my face.
Sleeping forest, speak to me.
Whilst I lie on your corpse, lost in your scent.
Sleeping forest, speak to me.
The moonlight flows gracefully through your invisible eyes.
by ~ReonenMiruel
SomeoneSomeone laughing doesn't necessarily mean that they're happy.Someone
In the same way, someone crying doesn't necessarily mean they're miserable.
If we follow the same wave of thought, someone screaming isn't necessarily angry, too.
Just when did people ever say or do what they meant?
by ~ReonenMiruel
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- Tools of the Trade: Pen and Paper. Maybe a keyboard.
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*TheWritersMeow
A birthday is just a day, you say.
But it's a special day.
It's the day you first changed the world.
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*TheWritersMeow
A birthday is just a day, you say.
But it's a special day.
It's the day you first changed the world.
And you're welcome.
I just like the images i get from it.
The flower and the innocence and everything.
And thank you!
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