maybe if u looked at me
and saw me for who i am
maybe if you looked at me
and looked through my mask
maybe if you looked at me
you would see i lied when you asked if i was ok
maybe if you looked at me
or even gave a damn at all
maybe just maybe you would have seen me fall
can you hear me im calling your name
can you hear me im screaming in pain
can you hear my heart beating, its raceing
can you hear me because now im silent
can you not see that im looking for you
can you not see the blood on my clothes
can you not see that im on the ground
can you not see that im dieing
do you think i was never there
do you think that i didnt care
do you think my blade was a game
didnt it cross your mind that i was dieing in pain
the noose she hung around her neck felt nice and smooth
the gun she put to her head felt cold as ice
the pills she placed in her mouth weere as smooth as ice
the blade she dug into her wrist waas sharp and felt like rain
and me i just stood by and watched
they say they love you
theyy say they care
you say the same
but who really cares
you want them to see
what they really mean
but they are blind
they cant see what you see'
but when they are gone
you are still there
but you are hurt and it is you that still cares
they only claimed to see
one day they will see
but you will be gone
only then will they see
that THEY were wrong
for someone to fully except what suicide is is to think about it through. there is no wakeing up there is no heaven so dont let anyone say there is. all you do is set your self up for disappointment. i think how people are they will want a second chance when its too late to turn back. its wwhen someone wants to die they truly understand when they take there life thats it there is no second chance no heaven no hell only darkness. and when someone you know is thinking bout that death help them make sure they know what there doing. make sure they know you are there for them. because what little you say is what can keep them across that thin line
the bittersweetness of the pain. i can feel the blade upon my skin. oh so much fun to cut the skin. its soft and delicate but the blade is share. all you feel is the slight burn then you see the blood oh what fun it is to cut the skin when no one is arond to see your pain so you dont have to hide in shame so you dont have to hear the words they say that way you are alone you cant feel the world it is bliss. the blood it runs the pain it falls and still you are here waiting watching for someone to notice that you are harming yourself but wait no more cause no one cares that you are the one that holds the blade that harms the flesh in wich keep
im looking around and i see him. he is beautiful to me yet no one seems to notice when he is near me my pulse quickens my mind races for something to say i dont know how i remain so calm around him. i relly like him. but he is taken so am i. so i dont know why i cant keep him off of my mind. i like them both my mind likes to say but i know it cant be that way so i will just look from here and think what i think and i shall sit and wonder if he even notices me. which i think is not
can you not see that i love you
that it has been me through all these years
while you bend to her i watch
i see you crumbling down
yet you cant see it how i do
you cant see that i love you
it was never her through all those years though it may have seemed
it was always me behind the fog
all you had to do was see
but you wont open your eyes to the bitch that lies behind
while she looks so innocent i wont understand
while i see she has you in her hand
i can not hurt her not while she has you
why . . . why cant you see that i love you
maybe if u looked at me
and saw me for who i am
maybe if you looked at me
and looked through my mask
maybe if you looked at me
you would see i lied when you asked if i was ok
maybe if you looked at me
or even gave a damn at all
maybe just maybe you would have seen me fall
can you hear me im calling your name
can you hear me im screaming in pain
can you hear my heart beating, its raceing
can you hear me because now im silent
can you not see that im looking for you
can you not see the blood on my clothes
can you not see that im on the ground
can you not see that im dieing
do you think i was never there
do you think that i didnt care
do you think my blade was a game
didnt it cross your mind that i was dieing in pain
the noose she hung around her neck felt nice and smooth
the gun she put to her head felt cold as ice
the pills she placed in her mouth weere as smooth as ice
the blade she dug into her wrist waas sharp and felt like rain
and me i just stood by and watched
they say they love you
theyy say they care
you say the same
but who really cares
you want them to see
what they really mean
but they are blind
they cant see what you see'
but when they are gone
you are still there
but you are hurt and it is you that still cares
they only claimed to see
one day they will see
but you will be gone
only then will they see
that THEY were wrong
for someone to fully except what suicide is is to think about it through. there is no wakeing up there is no heaven so dont let anyone say there is. all you do is set your self up for disappointment. i think how people are they will want a second chance when its too late to turn back. its wwhen someone wants to die they truly understand when they take there life thats it there is no second chance no heaven no hell only darkness. and when someone you know is thinking bout that death help them make sure they know what there doing. make sure they know you are there for them. because what little you say is what can keep them across that thin line
the bittersweetness of the pain. i can feel the blade upon my skin. oh so much fun to cut the skin. its soft and delicate but the blade is share. all you feel is the slight burn then you see the blood oh what fun it is to cut the skin when no one is arond to see your pain so you dont have to hide in shame so you dont have to hear the words they say that way you are alone you cant feel the world it is bliss. the blood it runs the pain it falls and still you are here waiting watching for someone to notice that you are harming yourself but wait no more cause no one cares that you are the one that holds the blade that harms the flesh in wich keep
im looking around and i see him. he is beautiful to me yet no one seems to notice when he is near me my pulse quickens my mind races for something to say i dont know how i remain so calm around him. i relly like him. but he is taken so am i. so i dont know why i cant keep him off of my mind. i like them both my mind likes to say but i know it cant be that way so i will just look from here and think what i think and i shall sit and wonder if he even notices me. which i think is not
can you not see that i love you
that it has been me through all these years
while you bend to her i watch
i see you crumbling down
yet you cant see it how i do
you cant see that i love you
it was never her through all those years though it may have seemed
it was always me behind the fog
all you had to do was see
but you wont open your eyes to the bitch that lies behind
while she looks so innocent i wont understand
while i see she has you in her hand
i can not hurt her not while she has you
why . . . why cant you see that i love you
Assasin's love Ch.3 by WorldWithoutanEnd49, literature
Literature
Assasin's love Ch.3
The Task Part 3
It had been 4 days, the path to Gondor was long and trecherous. Sneaking by orcs, was much easier said than done. The prince was also much of a burden, he attempted at escape thrice, including the one at dinner. He hated me, that was for sure, sometimes he spent a day mute and another deaf. He reminded me of a child, but armed. He was a skilled escape artist and had a good hand with swords and daggers. He also had an eye for archery, I have collected all this information by having been tried to be killed by the elvish prince more times than he has tried to escape. I have lost count already, but I must say within such short ti
Capsule :lime yaoi: by understatedgrey, literature
Literature
Capsule :lime yaoi:
Swallow your pride. He hated it when his bank account came to this, but it was time to earn his allowance and there was only one way to get it. Essentially, he was a whore. He felt filthy, he felt worthless. Like he should crawl under some dirty rock and stay there. If he didnt like it, he didnt have to do it. After all, no one was forcing him to lie in bed with the big, blonde German at least not anymore. He hated it, yet he kept doing it. Why? Money, he needed it. These past 100 years spent with his sire, hes gotten used to sleeping in comfortable places and he had quite the china collection. Whenever he s
A Polished White Sink:
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain whit
I know that you're broken,
And all your pieces are scattered,
I know that you're bruised,
And your pale skin is battered.
I can see the scars,
That you're trying to hide,
And I can see the hurt,
Burried beneath your pride.
You're barely holding together,
Your tattered, fraying threads,
The harder you try to keep it in,
The more the hole spreads.
Stop trying to battle alone,
When I'm here with sword in hand,
I can help you pick up the pieces,
There'll be nothing we can't withstand.
Don't give up the fight,
My friend who is so fragile,
Take my hand and let me hold you,
Let me love you for a while.
You think that it's not worth it,
And just
im looking around and i see him. he is beautiful to me yet no one seems to notice when he is near me my pulse quickens my mind races for something to say i dont know how i remain so calm around him. i relly like him. but he is taken so am i. so i dont know why i cant keep him off of my mind. i like them both my mind likes to say but i know it cant be that way so i will just look from here and think what i think and i shall sit and wonder if he even notices me. which i think is not :(
the bittersweetness of the pain. i can feel the blade upon my skin. oh so much fun to cut the skin. its soft and delicate but the blade is share. all you feel is the slight burn then you see the blood oh what fun it is to cut the skin when no one is arond to see your pain so you dont have to hide in shame so you dont have to hear the words they say that way you are alone you cant feel the world it is bliss. the blood it runs the pain it falls and still you are here waiting watching for someone to notice that you are harming yourself but wait no more cause no one cares that you are the one that holds the blade that harms the flesh in wich kee
for someone to fully except what suicide is is to think about it through. there is no wakeing up there is no heaven so dont let anyone say there is. all you do is set your self up for disappointment. i think how people are they will want a second chance when its too late to turn back. its wwhen someone wants to die they truly understand when they take there life thats it there is no second chance no heaven no hell only darkness. and when someone you know is thinking bout that death help them make sure they know what there doing. make sure they know you are there for them. because what little you say is what can keep them across that thin lin