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TriggerI will be the victim and the cruel words on your lips
I will be the sin resting among your fingertips
I will be the innocence you lost so long ago
I will be the many things you never dared to know
I will be the throbbing heart and I will be your tears
I will be the basis of your undiscovered fears
I will be the aching mind, the troublesome disease
I will be the deadly heartbeat, you these things will please
I will be emotionless to make you seem so pure
I will find a beating heart, and then I'll find the cure
I will be the heartlessness that helps you to survive
I will pull the trigger just to make you seem alive...
Suicide NoteAll I ask is, when I die, please do remember me
Not for things I've done and not for things I've heard or seen
Not for what I seemed to be, not even for the truth
Not for what I have accomplished in my shortened youth
Please, just let my feelings hit the cold, damp, moldy floor
I know my emotions didn't matter much before
All I ask is, when I die, don't worry over pain…
All I ask is, when I die, just treat me much the same…
Stop asking me...Stop asking me what's wrong
Because I'm never going to answer.
Stop telling me it gets better
Because I've accepted that it'll never change.
Stop begging me to let you in
Because even then, I'm just going to fake a smile.
SomethingEvery moment, every thought, an echo in your mind
Every treasured lullaby you're forced to leave behind
Every broken moment, every twisted fantasy
Every empty shadow, every lonely melody
Holding knives against your skin with tears inside your eyes
Fighting back the happiness, yet fighting back the cries
How could one be joyous at a moment such as this?
Something could be stopping you, but nothing truly is…
Tears Crimson tears were all she cried. They fell to stain the dirty carpet of her room. It was all she could do to forget--or was she simply fighting the comfort of feeling? Her brother was dead. Her sister also; she died in her arms--the poor fragile thing. She had tried to stop them but in the end the only gain had been more scars, and blood which was not her own. And then they had raped her there in her sister's blood. Her father was beating her mother when he wasn't drunk, and beating her when he was. Her mother blamed her, continually reminding her that she had ruined this family and caused the death of her siblings--nobody would even say 'murder'. But she couldn't leave, and that's what no one understood; she just couldn't.
I don't want to die--
I want to feel alive.
Her eyes were dry and she wept all the more, the dirty-yellow streetlamp outside the window casting an ugly yellow glow onto the floor in front of her. Oh
This is why I don't like the Giants.I heard that a Giant fan stabbed a Dodger fan
I don't know what the story or conflict was, but it shouldn't have happened no matter what.
and I don't like how people were defending the Giants when it isn't the TEAM'S fault. It's the FAN'S fault.
I'm pretty sure the story was probably "AW YAH TEH GIANTS WON IN UR FACE LOL DODGERS SUCK COCK AND U 2" and then the guy got annoyed and dealt with it buuuut the Giant fan got all wimpy and decided to stab him for no reason.
(Though that's my thought, I don't know what actually happened)
First of all, why did he have a knife in the first place? And why did he bring it to a stadium?
And I don't understand why people are like "THEY'RE JUST DODGER FANS"
Like Dodger fans are the only ones that don't matter or are just nothing?
Dodger fans(and Raider fans) get the most hate and I don't know why
Off topic but,
The only thing that a team has done, was the Diamondbacks saying "THE DODGERS ARE SO IMMATURE AND ARE SO FUCKING ARROGANT AND THEY
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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