Long handwritten note deep in your pocket Words, how little they mean when you're a little too late I stood right by the tracks, your face in a locket Good girls, hopeful they'll be and long they will wait We had a beautiful magic love there
What a sad beautiful tragic love...
your ally, it will tell you when you are seriously injured, it will keep you awake and angry, and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. But you know the best thing about pain?''
''It lets you know you're not dead yet!''
being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said ‘friendly' relationship is still a major...
People don't stop loving someone, they just learn to live without them.
Can you smile for a second?
I want to see what you'll look like when you see my dead body and suicide note.
I look up when I walk so the tears won't fall
Why does moving on feels so much like...
I cry for the time that you where almost mine. I cry for the memories that I have left behind. I cry for the pain the lost, the old and new. I cry for all the time a I thought I had you.
Poem my friend did in the seventh grade. I love it!
I can attest this is the truest and saddest quote. A lot of the coworkers from my old job, with whom I drank, would be such intolerable awkward bores if sober. When I hang out with acquaintances, I get bored, and wish I could chug some drink to make the time pass...
forget the outside world.
It's so loud, so chaotic
and just rotates too fast
But when I open my eyes again,
I know I am ready to live.
I identify the value of life,
I had too many fights to win.
Now I'm glad because I made them
and have never given up on myself...
a world built on fantasy. Synthetic emotions in the form of pills. Psychological warfare in the form of advertising. Mind altering chemicals in the form of food. brainwashing seminars in the form of media. Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. real? You...
I was told one day that I "don't deserve to cry."
It's because I have a easy life and people have it way worse than me. But, the verbal and mental and some physical abuse I get from my peers makes me wonder why I can't cry.
I can't cut myself, but others do.
Some even cut me...