I know the pain..
I know the lies..
I know the cries..
And I know the lines..
I see the pain..
Built up inside..
You let it hide..
And keep it inside..
I hear the lies..
You speak all the time..
Trying to hide..
You're dead inside..
I see the cries..
You sob at night..
Your tears escape..
Rolling down your face..
I know the lines..
You say it's all fine..
When deep down inside..
You know it's a lie..
I know the pain..
I know the lies..
I know the cries..
And I know the lines..
I know my love..
That you'll be fine..
You'll feel safe in time..
Just know I'm by your side..
You be my muse.
I'll be your life.
And I'll help you to shine so bright.
Bring me the colors of these days,
And I'll help you be able to call me your world.
I'll help you smile,
If you help me show,
That not everything is what it shows.
You be my muse.
I'll be your might.
And I'll help you to shine so bright.
Tell me the difference between life and death.
And I'll show you rather instead.
Tell me the tales of sweet sorrow.
And I'll show you the such things as happy endings.
You be my muse.
I'll be your life.
Now please tell me I help you shine so bright.
.
I've thrown away your pictures.
Erased every message from each other.
And i've cried my very last tear.
I'm not giving up.
There's always another.
You weren't even mine from the start.
I always knew it was never going to be, i had hoped, but i was wrong.
Hope had failed me.
But that happens.
I'm strong here..
Knowing that i DON'T need you.
Knowing that i'm living on my own without you.
You were always lying to me from the beginning, that i now know.
But now...
Maybe i know...
That maybe, just maybe,
I can move on with the hope I still have.
A girl..
With a soul;so tattered and torn.
So weak and wicked.
So imperfect and impure.
So unwanted and unforgivable.
So distant and distrain.
So ugly and useless.
So....different.
A soul that's never knowing.
Always changing.
Never asking for much.
Always wanting.
So lonely.
Never accepting the truth.
So oblivious.
Always wondering.
Always asking why.
This girl...
Is me.
This soul...
Is mine.
And sadly no ones to take.
I say that i'm fine.
That i'm over you.
That i've moved on.
But it's all just lies.
To hide the true pain.
Behind a fake smile.
A fake laugh.
And to cover up the ruined make-up.
And the dried up tears.
To not worry all the people who actually do care.
I pretend that not talking to you doesn't hurt a single bit.
But it still kills me just as much on the inside as it always did.
I hold back the tears everytime something completely reminds me of you.
I choke on the left in sobs everytime i hear your name.
You were once my happiness.
My everything i seemed to need.
And now your nothing but my pain.
Pain to Breathe.
Think.
Smi
It all eats away at her,
as if she's its source of life.
Leaving her empty to die.
Vulnerable to whats to come.
And completely oblivious to what she is to become.
Lies and decentment.
Being tormented and beaten.
Don't you see?! This is what you've made her!
This is what you've made her become!
Are you happy?! Are you proud?!
Is this what you wanted her to be?
Is this ever what you meant to happen?
Lies and more lies.
The bruises.
The blood.
The beaten and the damned.
You took her life away.
And with that her innocence.
Her soul.
Her humanity.
The blood of the beloved... Now is the drink of death.
There is
The sense of danger must dissapear.
The worried efforts not mattering.
Like the way time wrinkles up in a heap.
As though the way of rose peddles shriveling up.
Must i go on?
Or shall i stay?
It is not my decision to make.
So I'll be gone by morning.
Self inflicted wounds.
Self inflicted harm.
Self inflicted pity.
There's nothing she can get through.
She's too weak.
Too spinless.
Too hurt.
She can't take it anymore.
All the lies and decieving.
She's just part of some game...
That's all she ever was to him.
A toy.
He tells her he loves her then plays with someone else.
He played with her emotions.
But then played with someone else in bed.
Is she not good enough?
Is she not pretty enough?
She can change.
She's willing to change for your liking.
Anything.
Just anything.
Say and she'll change...
It will no longer be.
Just please tell her before it's too late.
Before sh
You turn around and walk away.
You leave me without a trace...
Without a trace of hope.
Of love.
Of life.
Of existence.
You said you would never hurt me.
I should've known you were lying...
No one could ever stay.
Was i not enough?
Did you not care for me enough?
Is there something I did wrong?
Could I of changed how this all turned out?
Yesterday we were laughing,
now I'm left here crying.
And your there,
without me....
Smiling...
With her in your arms.
I guess she's everything you ever wanted....
Everything i never was...
Everything I never will be....
I guess with her....
Your everything you could ever be.
Unlike wh
The scars on her wrist tell a story.
A story of a weak girl.
The girl was once strong.
She kept everything inside and didn't bother a soul.
She helped her friends,
and everyone around her.
Never once did she ask for help.
She thought she could take it.
but apparently keeping everything in,
is just another way of a slow and painful death.
So she took a knife,
the sharpest one she had,
and put it to her wrist.
Each slow stroke across her arm was a sweet release.
She wasn't so numb.
And she wasn't so afraid of living.
She changed the way she dressed so no one could see the wounds.
She forced a smile onto her face so no one coul
I know the pain..
I know the lies..
I know the cries..
And I know the lines..
I see the pain..
Built up inside..
You let it hide..
And keep it inside..
I hear the lies..
You speak all the time..
Trying to hide..
You're dead inside..
I see the cries..
You sob at night..
Your tears escape..
Rolling down your face..
I know the lines..
You say it's all fine..
When deep down inside..
You know it's a lie..
I know the pain..
I know the lies..
I know the cries..
And I know the lines..
I know my love..
That you'll be fine..
You'll feel safe in time..
Just know I'm by your side..
You be my muse.
I'll be your life.
And I'll help you to shine so bright.
Bring me the colors of these days,
And I'll help you be able to call me your world.
I'll help you smile,
If you help me show,
That not everything is what it shows.
You be my muse.
I'll be your might.
And I'll help you to shine so bright.
Tell me the difference between life and death.
And I'll show you rather instead.
Tell me the tales of sweet sorrow.
And I'll show you the such things as happy endings.
You be my muse.
I'll be your life.
Now please tell me I help you shine so bright.
.
I've thrown away your pictures.
Erased every message from each other.
And i've cried my very last tear.
I'm not giving up.
There's always another.
You weren't even mine from the start.
I always knew it was never going to be, i had hoped, but i was wrong.
Hope had failed me.
But that happens.
I'm strong here..
Knowing that i DON'T need you.
Knowing that i'm living on my own without you.
You were always lying to me from the beginning, that i now know.
But now...
Maybe i know...
That maybe, just maybe,
I can move on with the hope I still have.
A girl..
With a soul;so tattered and torn.
So weak and wicked.
So imperfect and impure.
So unwanted and unforgivable.
So distant and distrain.
So ugly and useless.
So....different.
A soul that's never knowing.
Always changing.
Never asking for much.
Always wanting.
So lonely.
Never accepting the truth.
So oblivious.
Always wondering.
Always asking why.
This girl...
Is me.
This soul...
Is mine.
And sadly no ones to take.
I say that i'm fine.
That i'm over you.
That i've moved on.
But it's all just lies.
To hide the true pain.
Behind a fake smile.
A fake laugh.
And to cover up the ruined make-up.
And the dried up tears.
To not worry all the people who actually do care.
I pretend that not talking to you doesn't hurt a single bit.
But it still kills me just as much on the inside as it always did.
I hold back the tears everytime something completely reminds me of you.
I choke on the left in sobs everytime i hear your name.
You were once my happiness.
My everything i seemed to need.
And now your nothing but my pain.
Pain to Breathe.
Think.
Smi
It all eats away at her,
as if she's its source of life.
Leaving her empty to die.
Vulnerable to whats to come.
And completely oblivious to what she is to become.
Lies and decentment.
Being tormented and beaten.
Don't you see?! This is what you've made her!
This is what you've made her become!
Are you happy?! Are you proud?!
Is this what you wanted her to be?
Is this ever what you meant to happen?
Lies and more lies.
The bruises.
The blood.
The beaten and the damned.
You took her life away.
And with that her innocence.
Her soul.
Her humanity.
The blood of the beloved... Now is the drink of death.
There is
The sense of danger must dissapear.
The worried efforts not mattering.
Like the way time wrinkles up in a heap.
As though the way of rose peddles shriveling up.
Must i go on?
Or shall i stay?
It is not my decision to make.
So I'll be gone by morning.
Self inflicted wounds.
Self inflicted harm.
Self inflicted pity.
There's nothing she can get through.
She's too weak.
Too spinless.
Too hurt.
She can't take it anymore.
All the lies and decieving.
She's just part of some game...
That's all she ever was to him.
A toy.
He tells her he loves her then plays with someone else.
He played with her emotions.
But then played with someone else in bed.
Is she not good enough?
Is she not pretty enough?
She can change.
She's willing to change for your liking.
Anything.
Just anything.
Say and she'll change...
It will no longer be.
Just please tell her before it's too late.
Before sh
You turn around and walk away.
You leave me without a trace...
Without a trace of hope.
Of love.
Of life.
Of existence.
You said you would never hurt me.
I should've known you were lying...
No one could ever stay.
Was i not enough?
Did you not care for me enough?
Is there something I did wrong?
Could I of changed how this all turned out?
Yesterday we were laughing,
now I'm left here crying.
And your there,
without me....
Smiling...
With her in your arms.
I guess she's everything you ever wanted....
Everything i never was...
Everything I never will be....
I guess with her....
Your everything you could ever be.
Unlike wh
The scars on her wrist tell a story.
A story of a weak girl.
The girl was once strong.
She kept everything inside and didn't bother a soul.
She helped her friends,
and everyone around her.
Never once did she ask for help.
She thought she could take it.
but apparently keeping everything in,
is just another way of a slow and painful death.
So she took a knife,
the sharpest one she had,
and put it to her wrist.
Each slow stroke across her arm was a sweet release.
She wasn't so numb.
And she wasn't so afraid of living.
She changed the way she dressed so no one could see the wounds.
She forced a smile onto her face so no one coul
How could you do this to me
there was still so much for us to be
every word I said was true
especially when I said I love you
I miss you more every day
and I can’t figure out why you didn’t stay
This pain I feel
is just too real
i constantly wonder if its true
and then cry because im so scared I lost you
I don’t even know what I did wrong
and the amount of pain i’m in makes me wonder if you really loved me all along
I just don’t know what to do
every thought in my mind turns back to you
I love for you will never fade
my heart wishing you would come to my aid
nothing feels right
its almost like I
my lucid tongue is trembling
and
flaccid,
i can't speak
my flesh is mutilated
and toxic,
and i still have
the mark
of where your finger
first
introduced itself.
bluejays are
awake, their voices
are murmering,
still sleepy.
and their feathers
have a distant
acoustic
rhythm.
are you singing
our
song?
my fingers are numb,
and the street
lights
are glittering,
tense with the brisk
chill.
will you
speak to
me?
Fight For Life-Ballad
Writhing in pain,
Twisted with fear,
Because I know inside,
The end is near.
There's nothing left,,
no hope for me,
My time has come,
No breaking free.
No where to run,
Bid my goodbyes,
I see the pain,
In my families eyes.
I fade in and out,
I hear shrieks and cries,
This shouldn't happen,
I'm too young to die.
I've come to the end,
Of my battle with cancer,
I have to leave now,
Without all the answers.
Im pulled down under,
Far below,
There my mind,
Is short in tow.
I gasp for air,
But the force is too strong,
Down, down below,
This shouldn't take long.
I know I'm dead,
I feel it, I know,
Where Were You?
I smile,
We talk like we always do,
But something's missing,
Nothings left in my eyes,
Cant you tell?
Don't you feel my pain?
I text you so simply,
It's the middle of the night,
don't you know something's wrong?
I guess you don't care,
don't want to face the hardships,
Are afraid of what it means.
You claim you cant see me hurt,
Cant stand my heartache,
The sight of me being tortured,
Makes you turn away,
Because it brings you such sorrow,
And you don't want to feel such grief.
But what about my anguish?
Cant you help me heal?
Aren't you my friend?
Where were you when I cried?
When he died?
Through The Looking Glass by KatieLuvv23, literature
Literature
Through The Looking Glass
A stranger in the mirror,
Staring back at me,
Don't understand,
Why others can't see.
If they only knew,
The secrets I withhold,
More than anyone,
Will ever be told.
This is not who I am,
Deep in my soul,
You see me as my shell,
Not as a whole.
If it's the real me you seek,
Not an easy task,
Delve way deep,
Deep into my past.
A smile on the surface,
Reflects back at me,
A vision of who,
I should be.
A debacle inside,
A failure at hand,
As my cognizant life,
Doesn't go as planned.
An adversity inside,
Bubbling beneath my skin,
Dying to escape,
From deep within.
Who is this stranger?
A ghost of my old self,
Lies in
Safe in my arms
You seem to feel the safest in my arms but I don't know why.
I am not a big strong man that you picture to protect you from everything that can harm you but yet you still feel safe in my arms.
When the world turns on you, the first place that you would go is in my arms.
I'm nothing special but a kind, caring person but yet you still feel safe in my arms.
But in my mind when you are in my arms, I feel like I am protecting someone
I feel a warm-hearted feeling each time you are in my arms.
It's a feeling that can only be expressed by the action of you in my arms not by words
Words alone cannot tell how you feel in my arm
Faith, Love, And Blood Part 2 by BlackStables, literature
Literature
Faith, Love, And Blood Part 2
A pitch black night sky hung over the small town of sandy, the only thing keeping the highway lit is the occasional streetlamp. Not being old enough to drive yet, I walk alone and fast paced back to my small home near the high school, coming home with what my dad requested I get from the store; his favourite rolls for dinner. The only bad part, there is a cemetery between me and my house. I don't have to walk though it, only beside it, but it still gives me the creeps.
I sighed. If only David was here, then I would feel just fine walking past the old graves.
I freeze when I heard the sound of my name being called. It isn't in a creepy way
Faith, Love, And Blood Part 1 by BlackStables, literature
Literature
Faith, Love, And Blood Part 1
Faith love and blood.
My name? Cyla Peter. How old am I? Fifteen. When did my life turn upside down? December 14th, 2010, almost a year ago. Why, you ask? I'll tell you my story, only if you don't tell me life isn't hell, and that yours is worse. There is no amount of abuse that can live up to the pain I've been though. So don't give me that shit. Don't like me? Leave. People like me enough to read my story I have to tell.
Vampires. Werewolves. Pixies. These are all common in my life. It didn't use to be this way. My life screw its self up at a school dance, in eighth grade, middle school, I had a small crush on a boy named David. He like
I'm 18 years old, and a senior in highschool. I'm not really a happy person but whatever its just me. I'm a weird, interesting, loving, caring, opinionated person. I'm bisexual. Equal rights. Animal rights.
Favourite Movies
The nightmare before christmas, titanic, the proposal, and too many more
Favourite TV Shows
Bones, supernatural, buffy the vampire slayer, and angel
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Simple Plan, Asking Alexandria, Bring Me The Horizon, Paramore, Blood On the Dance Floor, Alesana, Evanescence, Falling in reverse, Pierce The Veil, Get Scared, Black Veil Brides, A Day To Remember, Eyes Set To Kill, Slipknot, My Chemical romance,
Yeah so here I am! I'm back! It's been a very long time... Longer than I thought... About almost 3 years? Wow.. A lot has happened...
I'm not gonna go through all that because no one really cares and I don't feel like trying to think of all of it.
But yeah! I'm back!
I'll try to post every now and then once again.
I hope all as been good for all of you!
Yeahh umm okay soo... I've kinda lost it all with the story i was writing..i haven't gotten very far..and haven't touched it in awhile now...I've kinda lost all interest in it...like i want to write...but..what i wanna write about just can't seem to come out into words that work.. I've been trying to write songs and poems as well..isn't working out either... i haven't been able to write anything decent in MONTHHSSSSS. which is not good...idk what i'm going to do. But until i have something good to write about..that i can actually for once find a way to write it and put it into something someone would want to read...i'm done writing...i give u
Hmm okay so i haven't been able to write ANY poems for like 5 months now...
And i don't figure that changing any time soon..
Soooooo i decided to start to try to write a little story..so hopefully it goes well..
And if it does i will post it once it's done :3