He kissed Ты slowly, and the feeling of Любовь drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And Ты went further on.
Ты 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 еще different than the other.
Ты 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.
Ты shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. Ты grab the нож under your постель, кровати from when Ты were eating арбуз and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. Ты can’t control it. Ты walk out your door and towards the person Ты love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. Ты lift the нож into the air and try to hold back. Ты fingers cringe, trying to press the нож against his neck.
Ты feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. Ты let out a quiet sigh and smile. Ты are glad that Ты didn’t kill. Ты slowly lose grip of the нож 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 нож 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 Ты are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
Ты begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” Ты 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.” Ты whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, Показ he would be gone any second.
Ты run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I Любовь you.” Ты say slyly and step away from the body.
Ты 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 еще different than the other.
Ты 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.
Ты shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. Ты grab the нож under your постель, кровати from when Ты were eating арбуз and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. Ты can’t control it. Ты walk out your door and towards the person Ты love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. Ты lift the нож into the air and try to hold back. Ты fingers cringe, trying to press the нож against his neck.
Ты feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. Ты let out a quiet sigh and smile. Ты are glad that Ты didn’t kill. Ты slowly lose grip of the нож 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 нож 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 Ты are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
Ты begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” Ты 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.” Ты whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, Показ he would be gone any second.
Ты run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I Любовь you.” Ты say slyly and step away from the body.
I thought it would be a good idea to try and write goodbye
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
или protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
или protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
OK so i was walking down the street...all alone...in the rain...not happy but not sad ether...when suddenly I ran into a магнолия tree!I don't know how I didn't see it...or why it was in the middle of the road-but it was there and when I looked at it I saw it was the biggest магнолия I had ever seen;it was absolutely GINORMOUS!it to be at least as tall as a skyscraper. I couldn't even see the top.Now what is the easiest way to get past a tree? Go around it of course! but when i looked there was a wall!Two walls!on ether side of the дерево that prevented me from passing(again,how didn't I see this before?)It was not an ordinary
Стена ether,and must have taken allot of work to build because it was as tall,or taller than the tree!so I was stuck with a магнолия and two walls
what was I to do?turn back?I had come too far!so knowing this,what do Ты think I did?What would Ты have done?
Стена ether,and must have taken allot of work to build because it was as tall,or taller than the tree!so I was stuck with a магнолия and two walls
what was I to do?turn back?I had come too far!so knowing this,what do Ты think I did?What would Ты have done?
I look at the old photographs. It kills me to see him smile. I've only heard about him. I hear he would have loved me. I hear he was nice. I hear that he was a good dad. I hear he was an okay husband. I hear that he would have made a good grandfather. It's not fair. It kills me when my dad talks about him. My dad сказал(-а) one of his last words to him were "Dont miss me when I'm gone." Those words run through my head. день and night and keep me up thinking of him. Why did he have to go? I pray he's okay and fine in heaven. I pretend he's still here. If only he were ... I miss him....
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss Ты ... even if I never met Ты =,[
Далее journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss Ты ... even if I never met Ты =,[
Далее journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!
