Music
If I Die Young – The Band Perry If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song, Uh oh, Uh oh Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my [..more..]
I Don’t Know What To Do
My pocket knife sits right next to me. I’m crying and the urge to grab it and slice my skin again is coming back. Why do I want to relapse? I can’t relapse again. I don’t know what to do. I threw it across the room but I knew I can grab it. I can [..more..]
Help?
How long does it take to grieve over a dead person? How long until you can be okay again?
Please
I know I may be difficult at times. My emotions and thoughts can be in shambles sometimes. I can get angry over idiotic things. I can cry easily, but please don’t leave me. I’m afraid of everyone leaving me. Why do you think I try to please them? Why do you think I strive for [..more..]
Can I?
I desire a friend, boy or girl to freak out over books. I’m not obsessed but I have a fangirl inside of this body. Can I find a friend that can laugh with me at book references? We could suggest books to each other and criticize movies, exclaiming in anger, “That’s not in the book!” [..more..]
The Emotions
Do you read a book and instantly fall in love with it? And as you turn the pages you lose yourself within those words? You read it and you can feel them reading with you. Then you gradually grow with them through the laughter, tears, horror, pain and love. You’re not reading anymore but you’re [..more..]
I Miss You, Do You Miss Me?
7 months since you’ve been gone. Yet it feels like 2 years. I miss you terribly. Do you miss us? I cry about you often. Today I swear I heard your voice in a crowded hallway but when my head turned I was staring at my shadow. I searched for you but you weren’t there. [..more..]
I Don’t Even Know.
I just need someone. I hate saying this but I sort of need to vent. I hate venting but the bottle of my emotions it’s overflowing. I can’t put the cap on it, it won’t stop. I can’t stop crying, I can’t stop being angry,I can’t stop dwelling in the past. I know others have [..more..]
I Don’t Know.
Here I lay weeping. Muffling my sobs in the dark. I don’t know why I’m crying. I never usually know why I do. The walls just seems to slowly break down and a wave of emotions crash against me. I fight it, struggling to the surface but my succumbed back into the deep blue. Why?
Trigger Word – Rape
The whole movie was all surrounding that word. That vile and disgusting word. I hate it with a passion. I’m guilty of charge for throwing it around like trash, but a sliver of pain and guilt stabs me when I do. Rape. A four lettered word draped with men and women’s tears. I shall not [..more..]