The sound of laughter echoed in my ears, and the darkness enveloped me in it’s grip of represented death. Existing of nothing, I lay there staring into the blackness, what resembled my soul of utter torment and misery.
I liked it here, despite the dark laughter that echoed in my ears, this dream was comforting. It felt like I belonged, even though I felt like I was being strangled Von an invisible force.
Maybe that was a sign that everyone, everything, wanted me gone. So gone I shall become.
I took note of my dreaming, and immediately woke up. I looked at my side table, where the messer lay. Gripping it tightly in my hand, I traced a wound upon my arm like written words in ink.
So as the blood dripped off my arms, tiny droplets of scarlet liquid, I repeated the words in my head... Words that could describe this situation oh so perfectly:
Pain is welcoming
Crawling down my arm so slow
Blood that leaks like tears.
And tears did leak, just like the blood; an opposite comparison.
Definition dies
What is used to describe me
Hatred is very real.
The darkness tugged at me now, what is not, this time, a dream-like state as before.
Poisoned, they were poisoned. My veins run with the poison of Hatred. Hatred Von those all around me, Not liked anymore.
There is nothing Mehr to hope for, at least not anymore.
I want to taste my blood as I lay here dying;
I want to feel all the pain that it may bring.
The warm red liquid was metalic on my tongue, yet I couldn’t taste Hatreds poison Von it.
No, not at all. But I could, however, taste it in my soul.
Everyone hates me, I even hate myself.
I liked it here, despite the dark laughter that echoed in my ears, this dream was comforting. It felt like I belonged, even though I felt like I was being strangled Von an invisible force.
Maybe that was a sign that everyone, everything, wanted me gone. So gone I shall become.
I took note of my dreaming, and immediately woke up. I looked at my side table, where the messer lay. Gripping it tightly in my hand, I traced a wound upon my arm like written words in ink.
So as the blood dripped off my arms, tiny droplets of scarlet liquid, I repeated the words in my head... Words that could describe this situation oh so perfectly:
Pain is welcoming
Crawling down my arm so slow
Blood that leaks like tears.
And tears did leak, just like the blood; an opposite comparison.
Definition dies
What is used to describe me
Hatred is very real.
The darkness tugged at me now, what is not, this time, a dream-like state as before.
Poisoned, they were poisoned. My veins run with the poison of Hatred. Hatred Von those all around me, Not liked anymore.
There is nothing Mehr to hope for, at least not anymore.
I want to taste my blood as I lay here dying;
I want to feel all the pain that it may bring.
The warm red liquid was metalic on my tongue, yet I couldn’t taste Hatreds poison Von it.
No, not at all. But I could, however, taste it in my soul.
Everyone hates me, I even hate myself.
Laughing heals the soul. What makes Du laugh? Were all different. As a writer in training I'm experimenting on the"fun factor". Down the page are some funny stuff and I'd like to know which one makes Du laugh the most. If Du found a funny pic please post it and please Kommentar on the pictures.
Now like I've sagte we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Now like I've sagte we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Sometimes its Easier to inore the truth
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To Zeigen no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To Zeigen no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win