InternecineWhen I exhale your heart falls from my lips, but how can I break the news to you? You're not everything I want, but everything I need. If it weren't for my apathy, I wouldn't be writing these words down.Internecine
How can I say this just right?
I told the Gun not to Shoot IIIt's amazing the feeling, almost surreal like, that was taking over my body. He was smoking and starting at the ceiling, one arm underneith his head. I wasn't taking my eyes off him. I actually couldn't remember his name and asking was definatly not in the line up. I sat there and was trying to remember if I screamed the wrong name, I would feel like such an ass then.I told the Gun not to Shoot II
"DAVE!" Yeah, I remembered.
"What?!" He started laughing, so the best thing I could think to do was start play fighting with him. That was cut short.
"I gotta leave." He glanced over at my bed side clock and jumped up.
"Why?"
I told the Gun not to ShootI've always wanted to hold a gun in my hand, but more importantly, one to your head. This isn't what I could call a fair game and this certainly isn't what I would call lust. I hate the fine lines and the rain. I hate not knowing where to go. The knife being pulled from my spine, one too many times. I'm sorry for having scars or as I like to call them character lines. Each one has its own story and maybe one day I will tell you all of them.I told the Gun not to Shoot
You know it's sad when you walk down the street and your eyes are looking at the gum stuck to the sidewalk. It's even sadder when you trip...no...probably worse if you actually fall. I
If the Angels were hereI'm staring at the pages of this old, worn journal. The dried crimson playing lively against the white background, while the black ink just reminds me of things I need to forget. I can't take the wait, I can't stand the thoughts. I don't have the heart to burn this notebook and call it the past. I keep living all this over again and it never changes. I see the future, I call it the present. Angels, tell me where to go.If the Angels were here
It's hard when you're kissing someone and thinking of another, it's even harder when the process just reverses. I run away, I'll always run away. Leave me to my misery, leave me to my scarlet stained pages. This pa
There's Irony in the Fact that I Breathe
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In the screams of many, not one voice is heard over all the others except silence.
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In the screams of many, not one voice is heard over all the others except silence.
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