Cry_Other SideIt hurts so much I want to cry so badly, but I can't The other side won't let me I've cried so much before, it's tired of it It won't let me cry anymoreCry_Other Side
Pathetic WasteWhy do I exist? Why am I here? I'm so pathetic. I'm starting lose control. I can't control "it" anymore. I can feel the barriers being torn down, torn in half like pieces of paper. I can't control my mind or heart anymore. Emotions and thoughts ravaging my soul. I'm such a waste. A waste of space. A waste of peoples attention and their love. I can't take it anymore. This life is too much for me. I don't want it anymore. I don't want to feel. Feel the pain everyday. Feel the helplessness. I don't want this life. I don't want to live anymPathetic Waste
Feel DeadI can feel "it" growing, eating away at what emotions I have left. I can feel "it" consuming me, devastating me, like objects in the path of lava. I can feel my sanity dwindling, "it's" winds eroding it away. I can feel the darkness taking over, the light lessening more and more. I can feel all of this, why can't I feel dead?Feel Dead
NeverNever have I cried so much. Cried to the point of feeling sick. Never have I felt so much pain. Pain that dwarfs every other pain I have ever felt. Never have I questioned God so much. How could he allow something like this happen? Never have I liked the feeling of a blade sliding across my wrist so much. Hoping that it would ease the first pain. Never have I felt so empty inside. Nothing more than a hollow shell. Never have I wanted someone back so badly. I would do anything for them, but I am powerless. Never have I wanted to die so badly. Wanting to make it all go away forever. Never.Never
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So break yourself against my stones
And spit your pity in my soul
You never needed any help
You sold me out to save yourself
And I won't listen to your shame
You ran away, you're all the same...
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(c)ev.
•evil gets an upgrade•
Фрау Мяу
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Alt/Fetish Model.
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#%*! <3 [sic!]
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my english is....awful - -" sorry...
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"When there is no more room in Hell the dead shall walk the earth."- Dawn of the Dead.
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I do LOATHE those long periods of time in which my womb of creativity is barren.
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