We choose to live another day
but another day is when we die.
When you think about it,
what's the point of this,
this world, this life,if
all it does is fall away?
Me, you, him, her, everyone
is going to die some normal
or even miserable human death.
What's the point of living
if in seconds we can kiss
the Grim Reaper, killing us
dead.
Your words are tainted
with the blood of your victims.
Snaking into my ears,
they reproduce lies
and scream to me that they are true.
My mind fights them back
but my heart shelters them in its
empty spaces.
Defeated, my mind sits back and
waits for my heart to stop.
It's ready for the pain
that the heart creates.
Don't stop living.
The first word is for those who are going to do something they
will regret. Whether it's drugs, cheat, cut, or anything else
they'll (you'll) regret.
The first two words are for those you feel like it's impossible to
keep trying so you just want to give up. Don't listen to the
world, because anything is possible. Miracles happen
everyday, be one of them.
The sentence is for the person who believes they are
nothing and want to end their gift of life they were given.
Trust me, it's worth it to live. I've been where you are. I've
cut, I've lived in depression, I've nearly killed myself, but if
someone would've told me th
Let me fall back into my depression.
Watch me as I cower in the shadows
waiting for a light that will never shine.
I'm alone.
I'm cold.
I'm diving back into black waters,
ones filled with sickening monsters.
Happiness turned to sadness
as my laughs morphed into screams.
I leave the stars behind me,
for it's the black hole that
I'm now enveloped within.
Tearing my heart.
Is this your enjoyment?
Screaming at me.
Do you find this funny?
Keeping secrets.
Just to torment me more?
Say you love me.
So you can lie to me everyday.
I thought about calling him
but my fingers wouldn't dial.
I planned to run to your house in the night
but my legs kept my planted on the sidewalk.
I wished you'd appear at my door
but wishes are only false hope.
I loved every second I was with you
but I guess for you it was too much pain.
My Eyes Were Always Looking At You by natirey7, literature
Literature
My Eyes Were Always Looking At You
Do you see him?
See what?
That guy.
Where? Describe him.
Okay. Well he's really handsome.
Oh. . .
He's a lot taller than me and
he makes fun of me because of that.
Now his laugh always makes me smile.
I love how he knows what to say to me to make me laugh
My friends don't think he's worth it
but I know for a fact he's perfect.
I love him more than anything.
He sounds great. . .
And you know what else?
What?
He's you.
Slip your hands
down your neck
past your chest
there they lay.
Bones showing
in the mirror.
Count the pairs
until you have
them memorized.
How beautiful
and perfect they
can make you.
You who was a
ugly, fat, weak
creature who
couldn't keep
your mouth shut.
The villain, food,
was too much for
you to defend
yourself from.
Good thing I,
Ana, helped you.
Now you're
Perfect.
I want her flawless steps
I want his piercing eyes
I want their slim bodies
I want those joyous laughs
I need the acceptance
I need a true reason
I need a unbroken heart
I need you to notice me
I want to be popular
I want the most friends
I want someone to see that
I want to be a Perfect Me.
Lay with me.
Tell me I'm going to be okay.
Breath with me.
To fix my collapsing lungs.
Sing with me.
So my voice no longer shakes.
Hold me.
Because without you I will fall apart.