He kissed u slowly, and the feeling of love drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And u went further on.
u walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much meer different than the other.
u enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
u shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. u grab the mes under your bed from when u were eating watermeloen and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. u can’t control it. u walk out your door and towards the person u love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. u lift the mes into the air and try to hold back. u fingers cringe, trying to press the mes against his neck.
u feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. u let out a quiet sigh and smile. u are glad that u didn’t kill. u slowly lose grip of the mes and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the mes is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that u are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
u begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” u whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” u whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, tonen he would be gone any second.
u run to his side and kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I love you.” u say slyly and step away from the body.
u walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much meer different than the other.
u enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
u shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. u grab the mes under your bed from when u were eating watermeloen and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. u can’t control it. u walk out your door and towards the person u love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. u lift the mes into the air and try to hold back. u fingers cringe, trying to press the mes against his neck.
u feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. u let out a quiet sigh and smile. u are glad that u didn’t kill. u slowly lose grip of the mes and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the mes is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that u are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
u begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” u whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” u whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, tonen he would be gone any second.
u run to his side and kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I love you.” u say slyly and step away from the body.
I really love to write.I've done it ever since I was only 4.
My mother used to write things like stories of poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
Writing is really fun to do and I love it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write emai on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really love writing so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an auteur when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry of stories,I would also like to write artikels for other people to read (just like I'm writing one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new boeken for kids.
Again I really love to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
My mother used to write things like stories of poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
Writing is really fun to do and I love it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write emai on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really love writing so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an auteur when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry of stories,I would also like to write artikels for other people to read (just like I'm writing one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new boeken for kids.
Again I really love to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
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It's so hard to forget
So late at night,
The darkest memory
That leaves me in fright
The color of crimson,
Is scary yet releasing.
Adrenaline builds since then,
And paranoia's increasing
Evening falls,
Ravens call,
And I see
Darkness over me
Don't walk alone
Don't be lost
I'm chilled to the bone
And that's to a cost.
Blood so warm
Words so cold
Get it over with!
This is getting old.
Midnight falls,
Ravens call,
And I see
Darkness overwhelming me
It's so hazy after that,
That's all I can see,
The short, very vague
Dark memory.
So late at night,
The darkest memory
That leaves me in fright
The color of crimson,
Is scary yet releasing.
Adrenaline builds since then,
And paranoia's increasing
Evening falls,
Ravens call,
And I see
Darkness over me
Don't walk alone
Don't be lost
I'm chilled to the bone
And that's to a cost.
Blood so warm
Words so cold
Get it over with!
This is getting old.
Midnight falls,
Ravens call,
And I see
Darkness overwhelming me
It's so hazy after that,
That's all I can see,
The short, very vague
Dark memory.
