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type type type what to type and what to write i cant seem to go so this page stays white think think think what to think and what to say i cant seem to think of words today talk talk talk want to talk but cannot speak i cant seem to shout for my cries are too weak wake wake wake what to do to bring you out of  sleep i cant seem to accept your death so i just weep please please please what do i have to be anything to make you come back to me back back back to us why did you leave i cant seem to get rid of memories that weave out out out why are you still here i can't seem to forget and i sometimes fear guns guns guns why didnt y

What is lying still with your eyes closed but sleeping? It's a safe haven so your soul can continue weeping. With open eyes and an even wider mind, it's Hell… or maybe just so it seems. Close your eyes [to fade away], take a deep breath and start your dreams. To give up has fallen from vocabulary; Fail's no longer my flipside. Clink went the glasses; haha went the merry but about this I've lied. What is sitting with a smile, but a play in time? It's a forgotten experience, a remembrance of rhymes. With pearly whites and sparkling eyes = we're fine or so you'd think. Open the pen; write your story in this horrid non-erasa

Childish Bravery- reach towards the fire for looks so beautiful but heat's not a lier. Ouch~ Childish Bravery- walk towards the moving train hear it rumbling closer think nothing of death or pain. Good-bye~ Childish Bravery- climb a tree, whats too high? I don't understand, I was only trying to reach the sky. Reach~ Childish Bravery- let go of the swing fall through the air think only of the laughter it will bring. Fly~ Childish Bravery- play in the thunder shower jump in every puddle that electirc shock is only power. Wonder~

The last place you'd look is in plain sight, I tell you, it was a horribly dreadful fright... There's a playground in my mind with it's twisted memories to which I am bind. I could hear the other kids' joyful screams, so different from the ones now in my dreams. Did no one else see him there, strolling along, seemingly without a thought or care? The plan he had, no one would have guessed. I wish they had, so I wouldn't be so stressed. I suppose there's nothing I can do, there's no point in me feeling blue. The past is the past, what's done is done... but what's in children's nightmares is simply his fun.

She had been on the verge of crying for days now and she knew she could not go much longer before breaking down completely. She absolutely refused to cry in from of him though. With her head held high, she soldiered on with her intricate acting scheme which had only been needed in the last day or two. He knew something was bothering her but he could not find the right words to ask. He figured that she would have mentioned it to him if she wanted him to know. He waited patiently for her in case she wanted someone to talk to. With blood seeping through the gauze on her arm from the blood test just hours before, she walked up, preparing for

Someone, please, rescue me from the pain and lies, all these nights I've cried because of you. See these cuts, though freedom, see them? They're your fault. You got caught with her and now I'm vindicated, proven right. How could I have dated someone like you? How could you have had no clue that I was onto you? Don't you dare try to frame her! It's all on video cam, but just see if I give a damn when you come back again saying, "Sorry, Baby you're all I got. Give me one more shot." Oh please, don't give me those puppy dog eyes. This was the last time, and as your memory dies, all the ties I had to you fade into t

Even now, in the last hour, I am here writing you name in blood. Spelling out your lies, cutting off ties, I have to you. Be that as it may, I just can't go another day without you. But I refuse to plead. Look now, baby, at my scarred wrists, all because your twists in fate. You said it was just one little date, but when you're with her... (Chorus) You smile, you laugh, I cried as I watched. her favorite rings' the one you bought. My trust, your faith, my wrath, her hate. So here me out, and I'll tell you 'bout how I found out about you and your friend. Thought you'd be here till the end of time. Days went by, inside I died, tears s

This empty canvas makes me want to paint but the disappointment I'll be avoiding in your eyes makes me want to faint. You don't know how the deprivation is killing me so, but I'll soon be out of people to tell me, "No." My canvas is my flawless skin and those beautiful paint brushes are sinking in. My utensil always paints in red but apparently the urge is all in my head. They say, if I close my eyes and count to one million, it will go away. So I did. I let you in. I tried to be cooperative and trust. You know they say thats a "must." But when I opened my eyes and looked down I see that paintbrush really went to town

You said, "Don't worry about me." like thats an easy thing to be... non-worrysome... I worry every day and dread every night. Wanting to be together, but all we do is fight. But not just about you, lots of other things too. Theres only one thing i want to do... Lets start over, lets start anew. No more bonds or broken ties, or more tears or dead cold lies. The promises we keep will make us able to sleep soundly at night.

Do you see our world like I see it? Nothing has a shape, never a perfect fit. Not a single thing is unblurred; it shapeshifts as it passes. but its not the type of sight that requires glasses. Stop. Listen. Can you hear that? Where's it at? It stops my tears but holds my fears. Its the loudest sound in the universe and theres only one, theres no diverse. Can you hear it? Can you hear the silence? Stop. Feel. Its raining. its pouring. let me take you exploring. Look up. Do you see what I see? I see every color falling from the clouds, and it doesn't hurt when they hit the ground. I see shapes and pictures