Wanting

"Sleep...what is sleep? Happiness...what is happiness? I know not of what is good. I've been surrounded by evil, unable to escape. In chains. In pain. Wanting death"

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"Shaking, shoved in the corner, on the floor unable to move. Scared. Crying. Body aching."

She Dances

"The eye lids were heavy. But she didn't want to sleep. If she slept she could probably wake once again. She didn't want to be awake either, feeling all the pain. Earphones go in. Music goes on. She dances...forgetting that she wants to die"

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"I've often wondered what would happen if I just got up and left. Not saying a word to anyone. Just go. Leave everything and everyone behind. But then I think of you. I think of the way you get scared shitless when something I sent sounds like a note. I think about how if I decided to finally fly into the sky, you would be right behind me. You think that you are a burden and ask too much of me. In fact that's what I feel about me to you. I'm never happy. And I crave you all the time. I have a thing for poking you... I hope you don't get annoyed by me... I hope you won't use me... nor abuse me... I know I shouldn't worry but I do..."

Death's Song Has Been Sung

Say hello to days ahead Say goodbye to words unsaid I am no longer living free But rather under lock and key I am a slave to my own ways And all time is in a daze No matter how hard you try All I hear is a lie I have shut everyone out When asked what this is about Now for the truth to be told Listen because I am quite bold Once I loved a man In a far off land But a joker was he and fooling only me so here I like, ready for one and death’s song has been sung

Him

"And she looked at him, really looked at him. Not in a sexual way but rather just seeing the way he was. He had a stray freckle just below his ear. He had a small scar above his eye. His nose slanted down and then outwards a tiny bit. His shoulders were broad, but soft. She ran her eyes down his arms and a gasp escaped from her mouth. The battle scars were many. Some were snow white and others an angry red. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. A tear fell down her face."

Outwards Good

"The screaming matches, the fist fights. The raw eyes and the red knuckles The night turns to morning All goes to outward good No one knows about The screaming matches, the fist fights"