I smelled cool but stale air being circulated through my nose
I tasted the sweet aftertaste of cookies lingering on my tongue ,and toothpaste, strawberry flavored and then the metallic taste of blood in my mouth
I heard my cats patting around on my soft carpet outside the doors of my room, then I heard my door creak open, beds creaking and a man’s angry voice, screams of terror and some praye...
Ok so I honestly don’t know if someone has already found out her whereabouts but I really miss SQ. So I am trying to come up with a plan to see where she is and if she is ok. So I’m going to try to connect with her through dreams. Kinda crazy IK but I’ve connected with people far away and even one of my dead pets this way, so maybe this will work, I know a lot of people will see this and not reall...
Don’t make me mad. Cross my path and your marked missing. I take your friend and you scream;
TAKE ME INSTEAD!
no. You should have left her for dead.
Oh? You don’t want to see this?
Chain you down, rip your i lids out, now you’ve got no choice but to watch me!
Oh the blood! Oh this is fun!
“You serve my anger” i hiss
I’m sorry it’s not me, it’s a slip of the mind, maybe some crazy and twist...
I can feel myself slipping.
To familiar that’s for sure.
As if I was on a cliff
Resting peacefully on it
But I slipped and then I fell
Now I’m trying to hold on
On to happiness and health
But depression is ruthless
Took a break for a short while
Thought I was out of the woods
Now it’s hungry for some more
Just act happy all the time
Even if I want to cry
Can I clime up of the cl...
Prim and proper when they open up the box.
I dance and try to hide my cracks.
“Make them happy. Make them happy”
The light fades as the box closes.
Did they see the blood on my dress? Did they see the scars on my face? If they did they might throw me away!
Live in constant fear of rejection.
Life is surly worse than death....
Belonging means fitting in
Belonging means blending with a crowd
But belonging to me means you don’t win
Belonging means your voice is not at all loud
Belonging means your like all the rest
Belonging means your not special at all
Belonging means that no one’s ever impressed
Belonging means that between you and greatness is a huge wall
I know belonging is a wish many have, but To me be...
We stand in a line wile the Sargent threats us. I guess one of the tools are missing and he thinks that one of us are trying to escape. Or make a weapon. As far as I know. Non of us are doing so.
“Who took it. Whoever took it, step forward and face your punishment.”
Still nobody stepped forward. I could practically hear the screaming already, of whoever did it.
“I’ll ask again. WHO TOOK IT?”...
My grandmother always told me that life is only
Precious because it ends.
Because there is so little of it.
Because nothing before or after life, is quite the same as living. For better or for worse.
Life isn’t unimportant or purposeless because of how you lived it, it’s only unimportant or purposeless because of how you didn’t live it.
And nothing can change a life that you already lived, ...
