will you, can you, swear it? by SEfangirl, literature
Literature
will you, can you, swear it?
will you still call me when your gone?
you wont forget all the things we did,
or all the things we went through.
you will say hi to me when we walk past each other?
can you still call me a friend?
will you still have my number on your phone?
will you answer me when i call?
can you still trust me with your secrets?
will you keep mine?
will you still remember my face?
will you care for me when i am down?
will you crawl to me when you need help?
will you hang out with me?
will you all still love me?
will you miss me like i will miss you?
can we still go places together?
can we still hug?
will you still call my name out wh
you helped me out through so much.
you stitched up the peaces of my heart.
but i am still bleeding, can't you see as you steal the stitches away from me.
i am a being even if i am not living.
i am a being, just full longing.
longing for love,
longing for safety,
for comfort and happiness.
for the arms that will never find me.
i'm still here, even if you can't see me.
i am still bleeding
i am still getting stitches,
i am still healing from the pains of my past,
but i am still breaking from the hurt of today.
every one is looking for something pure.
but what is pure,
some thing unscratched,
clean,
with unknowing pain not yet touched it.
but when has that ever happened.
and we liked it.
pure.
untouched.
what is untouched?
something that has never felt pain.
pure,
it should be amazing.
so delicate, and with no scratches.
that is what we want pure.
but when have we ever BEEN pure,
from the day we were born.
we fall,
we learn,
we get hurt,
and we get scars.
that tell stories.
that tell a past.
we become who we are because of the
bumps,
cuts,
blood,
scars,
pain,
falls,
screams,
jumps,
climes,
hart break,
friends,
lov
fear, hope, and madness.
filling up my heart,
tangling them selfs
in to hard, strong knots.
longing to get out
and unleash its
rain on me.
filling my mind
with thought
that should have stayed
unthought of.
thoughts of
love,
sex,
pain,
hurt,
and suicide.
things clawing at my
lonely string of sanity.
as it just waits to be
let out and kill me,
then leave me all alone
in this endless pool of
fear, hope, and madness.
holding a knife to my neck as the pain from his friends drove it's self into the core of my soul when a girls hugged me.
"no don't do it yet, please don't" this was a voice i know, but from where. it brought this feeling to me. was this that love and pain in it. i terned my head. no it couldn't be.... not those eyes looking up at me. h-how did ss-she know or how did she get here. how long has she been watching. could it really be her. no he was just seeing things. it is just some one that dose not want a life to end no mater how much it pained. "please don't! please just don't do it ever. you hear me. i never want you to die! never" this gir
will you, can you, swear it? by SEfangirl, literature
Literature
will you, can you, swear it?
will you still call me when your gone?
you wont forget all the things we did,
or all the things we went through.
you will say hi to me when we walk past each other?
can you still call me a friend?
will you still have my number on your phone?
will you answer me when i call?
can you still trust me with your secrets?
will you keep mine?
will you still remember my face?
will you care for me when i am down?
will you crawl to me when you need help?
will you hang out with me?
will you all still love me?
will you miss me like i will miss you?
can we still go places together?
can we still hug?
will you still call my name out wh
you helped me out through so much.
you stitched up the peaces of my heart.
but i am still bleeding, can't you see as you steal the stitches away from me.
i am a being even if i am not living.
i am a being, just full longing.
longing for love,
longing for safety,
for comfort and happiness.
for the arms that will never find me.
i'm still here, even if you can't see me.
i am still bleeding
i am still getting stitches,
i am still healing from the pains of my past,
but i am still breaking from the hurt of today.
every one is looking for something pure.
but what is pure,
some thing unscratched,
clean,
with unknowing pain not yet touched it.
but when has that ever happened.
and we liked it.
pure.
untouched.
what is untouched?
something that has never felt pain.
pure,
it should be amazing.
so delicate, and with no scratches.
that is what we want pure.
but when have we ever BEEN pure,
from the day we were born.
we fall,
we learn,
we get hurt,
and we get scars.
that tell stories.
that tell a past.
we become who we are because of the
bumps,
cuts,
blood,
scars,
pain,
falls,
screams,
jumps,
climes,
hart break,
friends,
lov
fear, hope, and madness.
filling up my heart,
tangling them selfs
in to hard, strong knots.
longing to get out
and unleash its
rain on me.
filling my mind
with thought
that should have stayed
unthought of.
thoughts of
love,
sex,
pain,
hurt,
and suicide.
things clawing at my
lonely string of sanity.
as it just waits to be
let out and kill me,
then leave me all alone
in this endless pool of
fear, hope, and madness.
holding a knife to my neck as the pain from his friends drove it's self into the core of my soul when a girls hugged me.
"no don't do it yet, please don't" this was a voice i know, but from where. it brought this feeling to me. was this that love and pain in it. i terned my head. no it couldn't be.... not those eyes looking up at me. h-how did ss-she know or how did she get here. how long has she been watching. could it really be her. no he was just seeing things. it is just some one that dose not want a life to end no mater how much it pained. "please don't! please just don't do it ever. you hear me. i never want you to die! never" this gir
hello all. i made this one so i could do stuff as i please with out my mom finding out. i am 42crazyaloise42anime.deviantar… and ya. this is my stuff that could get me a phone call from school or a family member begging me NOT kill my self because i really don't need that shit right naw thank you very much.
Favourite Movies
i like lots
Favourite TV Shows
soul eater
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
i like a lot of bands, like disturbed and stuff
Favourite Books
the book of three
Favourite Writers
too many to list
Favourite Games
power stone
Favourite Gaming Platform
the old one my bros have. i know how to work it.
Tools of the Trade
paint, paper, pencill, sharp.
Other Interests
i like skating, drawing, singing, and i like to cook some times.
Dear anyone who cares I guess,
I am so so so sorry i have not been posting lately. i have some poems to put down but I really just can't. every day I have been feeling more and more hate in my heart. I hate people, I hate my mom, I hate the sun for shining, I hate the moon for being so far away I can not run away to it. I hate the Earth for spinning, I hate people saying my name, I hate waking up, I hate going to sleep, I hate pills for not making all my feelings go away, I hate my friends for fighting, I hate my friends for being sad, I hate the people at school for teasing me, I hate my cousin for hurting when i can't be there to prot
ok so lately i've just been hating my self more and more, and i have just been feeling like no matter what i do, i will never be as good as leela, or any of my brothers. like in my mothers eyes i am just useless trash. like all my family sees in me when they look at me is a waist of space. i don't even remember the last time my middle bro hugged me. and now that all my brothers and sis in laws are gone. i have just been feeling lonely. i am sure none of you guys care. but i just feel like i need to get some of this out. it just hurts to know that all my mother will ever see of me is some girl that will never be as good as any of my brothers.
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1. i hate myself, sorry can't help it.
2. i love the color black.
3. i love all my big bros, and big bros that aren't my real bros but i think of them like my big bros like jackson and rick.
4. i love getting biggie back rides from my big bros stil