JUSTIN-B-LUVS-ME

Regret -- Many things I regret I want to take them back But it's too late I can never take them back They've already hurt me so much What can I do now? Inside this HELL -- Light fades away Darkness takes over My control is gone I can't be free Alone and trapped inside this hell Why won't you save me? Because it's too late I'm gone Lost forever in the darkness

Arms fold Head bows Legs curl Tears flow How can someone understand what it means to be alone? One person, one girl. Alone, in a grasping darkness called life. She sits in her corner, tears blurring the world created for her by others. Unloved, unexperienced, naked, naive. Innocent. Death seems her only path, her only escape. An easy way out, from the pain, from the fear. Redemption in a blade. Silver flashes Crimson runs Flesh whitens

Emo? is it really that bad? you cant accept the fact that i get a little sad? that i am a little mad? so i favor black and i dont like pink you use those as reasons to make my soul sink so some of us cut and some of us dont we can smile laugh love and live we're just not like the rest sure we cry we want to die but none of you understand its not like we had planned to live life like this to spend our days depressed and amiss we're not bad people we dont worship satan we're not out to kill anyone we just dont like the world as much as everyone else and we dont like ourselves as much as we could but we're ok with tha

Now I know. My heart is broken. But I can't let you know that. Nor can I let you go. At random parts of the day I start shaking From the tears…that you left me People gave me hope People gave me doubt. I feel like an idiot, To let my heart break. To entrust it in a guys hands. When I know…multiple guys that have Shattered Ripped Torn open Other women's hearts. My uncles. My father. And yet I still entrusted you with that masterpiece The one I created from scratch. I am pathetic. Obviously I do not deserve a guy like you. But I can't help to wonder what it would be like with you... I feel like an idiot...but i want to h

In my dreams It was me in your arms My lips on yours There was only us And the clouds And the stars It was the world and us It was us against the world But in your arms I could take it Anything the world dished out And with your kisses I was strong again In my dreams it was me in your arms My lips on yours But in reality It's always been her

Is death the end to everything? A sad song we all must sing? A broken instrument we all must face, with broken notes we cannot place. So out of tune we all must fear, this hopeless song we all must hear. Maybe we have no reason to fret, for death might be a wondrous quartet. It could be a beautiful dance, this grand once in a lifetime chance. Perhaps when one listens close, and lets oneself become engrossed. This song that we all will sing, could possibly be the most beautiful thing.

A is for Alice, she drank rubbing alcohol, B is for Bethany, who jumped from the falls. C is for Chris, he slowly drowned, D is for Derrick, who's scream made no sound. E is for Estelle, her rib pierced her lung, F is for Frankie, who was mobbed and then hung. Soul by soul we drift through life, Unsuspecting prey, to the reaper's knife. Leading us unexpectedly to our end, Into hell, we shall all descend. So why not bite the bullet, When you bite the dust? Drink poison droplets, From true human lust. Sincere beauty, is in fact our own termination, Eaten alive, by humanities desperation. G is for Gerald, who overdosed on narcoti

~~Death~~ Death. Something we take lightly yet shouldn't. Never does it occur to us that today we may see death with our own eyes. To most death is just something of nature. Everyone and everything dies one day or another. Most people believe there is only one way to die. Old age. Something that is simply inevitable. We can't just simply stop aging therefore everything must die. But there are so many more ways. Deaths are not accidents. When you read in the news 'Two Deaths Caused By Car Accident' it's not really an accident. Things don't happen by accident. The future is set in stone and everyone's death is engraved deep into it and it i

I couldn’t bring myself to bury her. I couldn’t bring myself to empty the ground of dirt and of earthworms and of the spindly weed roots, and fill in the ochre gap with her body. Her coffee-cream fur held her tiny skeleton from falling out when they hit her. I try not to think of miniature beat-less hearts and mute lungs. I never saw her dead, but I can imagine. They found her on the median strip. Breathless and still by the endless whoosh of traffic. In my mind I see Mum’s face; I see her heart throbbing at her feet and her cradling the dog, like a precious baby to her chest. I see the love flowing down her withered cheeks