Troubledtorment
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Her footsteps break the silence that the house
has kept, her hand on the door, a tear perched high upon her left
cheek begins to fall, hitting the floor with no noise.
She looks behind her as though there will be someone to pull her back, someone to stop her, someone to grab her by the arm and hold her, wipe her tears and most of all tell her everything will be okay.
As a young child she had listened to stories, she had believed that there was such a thing as happily ever after, but real life was starting to creep into the fantasies of her youth.
It took ahold and began to darken her clear skies, bringing the downfall of everything she knew.
How did she let herself get this way? She asked herself as she walked out into the night, her body a mere shadow among the pitch black of the world around her.
A car waited outside and as she gripped the handle, she again gave a backward glance at the house, the home they had made together.
They.
Yet she was the one leaving by herself, only a suitcase in her hand and a sullen look in her eyes.
The driver saw it painted across her pretty face but decided to keep his mouth shut.
Can you truly see how sick a person is by the dullness of the iris?
For there is certainly more than one way to be sick.
Mentally, physically, emmotionally..
She wondered if this stranger could see her true heartbreak, she wondered if he ever knew the same but she dared not inquire.
That's the thing about people, they always keep things to themselves.
We can surely identify with perfect strangers if we for once pushed ourself to speak.
But all that she could manage was the street adress of the closest hotel.
He nodded slowly, turned back around and began to pull out into the street.
So there she sat, head down, gripping the suitcase handle begging herself not to look back.
Never, ever look back..
She looks behind her as though there will be someone to pull her back, someone to stop her, someone to grab her by the arm and hold her, wipe her tears and most of all tell her everything will be okay.
As a young child she had listened to stories, she had believed that there was such a thing as happily ever after, but real life was starting to creep into the fantasies of her youth.
It took ahold and began to darken her clear skies, bringing the downfall of everything she knew.
How did she let herself get this way? She asked herself as she walked out into the night, her body a mere shadow among the pitch black of the world around her.
A car waited outside and as she gripped the handle, she again gave a backward glance at the house, the home they had made together.
They.
Yet she was the one leaving by herself, only a suitcase in her hand and a sullen look in her eyes.
The driver saw it painted across her pretty face but decided to keep his mouth shut.
Can you truly see how sick a person is by the dullness of the iris?
For there is certainly more than one way to be sick.
Mentally, physically, emmotionally..
She wondered if this stranger could see her true heartbreak, she wondered if he ever knew the same but she dared not inquire.
That's the thing about people, they always keep things to themselves.
We can surely identify with perfect strangers if we for once pushed ourself to speak.
But all that she could manage was the street adress of the closest hotel.
He nodded slowly, turned back around and began to pull out into the street.
So there she sat, head down, gripping the suitcase handle begging herself not to look back.
Never, ever look back..
Live your life in a way that no one has
before.
This is why it's YOUR life.
It belongs to no one else.
So say what you want
And do what you feel.
This is why it's YOUR life.
It belongs to no one else.
So say what you want
And do what you feel.
Here's how it went...
One day a stupid little girl fell in love with a boy...
This wasn't puppy love, this wasn't anything fake.
There was passion.
There were tears
There was heartbreak.
There was fighting
And the two lovers found themselves very apart from one another.
Breaking down slowly
So very seprately.
Days passed
Then months
Rebound was their main priority
Slowly they fixed themselves
Slowly they again became whole.
Words between them had not been spoken in what seemed like forever.
Cobwebs formed on their old conversation.
Until one day the girl decided to break that barrier.
The laughing and joking like friends
Passed all post-break up quarrel
Turned to whispers in the dark
Memories passing from ones mouth to the others ear
Smiles and breath taken away.
Hearts swelled with those three words
I love you.
Everyone else in the world was forgotten
But in the morning they found a world very much populated with people
Barriers to any relationship they could ever have.
The girl was optimistic.
The boy was stuck between people he didn't want to hurt.
They again spoke words in the dark.
This time words full of regret and well what about her....
Heartbreak.
Tears flowed from the stupid little girls eyes.
The one that was so sure that she was alright.
All bandaids that held the cracks of her breaking foundations
Exploded
And again she was hurt...
Alone
So very much alone.
How could he do this to me....
Um, i dont care about this being favorited, etc...
One day a stupid little girl fell in love with a boy...
This wasn't puppy love, this wasn't anything fake.
There was passion.
There were tears
There was heartbreak.
There was fighting
And the two lovers found themselves very apart from one another.
Breaking down slowly
So very seprately.
Days passed
Then months
Rebound was their main priority
Slowly they fixed themselves
Slowly they again became whole.
Words between them had not been spoken in what seemed like forever.
Cobwebs formed on their old conversation.
Until one day the girl decided to break that barrier.
The laughing and joking like friends
Passed all post-break up quarrel
Turned to whispers in the dark
Memories passing from ones mouth to the others ear
Smiles and breath taken away.
Hearts swelled with those three words
I love you.
Everyone else in the world was forgotten
But in the morning they found a world very much populated with people
Barriers to any relationship they could ever have.
The girl was optimistic.
The boy was stuck between people he didn't want to hurt.
They again spoke words in the dark.
This time words full of regret and well what about her....
Heartbreak.
Tears flowed from the stupid little girls eyes.
The one that was so sure that she was alright.
All bandaids that held the cracks of her breaking foundations
Exploded
And again she was hurt...
Alone
So very much alone.
How could he do this to me....
Um, i dont care about this being favorited, etc...
RIP DJ AM
<3
<3
TV has been ruined.
Don't you miss when the Rugrats weren't all grown up
When spongebob was still that ugly yellow color
When Are You Afraid of the Dark was still there to frighten your pants off
When Helga still said "Hey, football head!"
When little bear was at his cutest.
When Red and Stimpy wasn't banned.
When Lizzie McGuire was brand new and who the heck was this Hilary Duff girl.
I miss old television.
Favorite+Comment if you do too.
(:
Don't you miss when the Rugrats weren't all grown up
When spongebob was still that ugly yellow color
When Are You Afraid of the Dark was still there to frighten your pants off
When Helga still said "Hey, football head!"
When little bear was at his cutest.
When Red and Stimpy wasn't banned.
When Lizzie McGuire was brand new and who the heck was this Hilary Duff girl.
I miss old television.
Favorite+Comment if you do too.
(:
REVENGE.
The word that I've found myself quite addicted to.
Who doesn't want to hurt the person who hurt you?
No one.
Unless your morals are perfection.
But sorry, I don't believe in perfection.
In my opinion, we're all corrupted.
Every single one of us.
We all crave inflicting pain to get back at someone.
This is human nature.
Because I believe humans are a sick species, really.
If one person has something, we want one better.
If she has the guy we want, we pursue him.
If we're told not to do it, we do it anyways.
Humans are born rule-breakers.
So go ahead, be rebellious.
The word that I've found myself quite addicted to.
Who doesn't want to hurt the person who hurt you?
No one.
Unless your morals are perfection.
But sorry, I don't believe in perfection.
In my opinion, we're all corrupted.
Every single one of us.
We all crave inflicting pain to get back at someone.
This is human nature.
Because I believe humans are a sick species, really.
If one person has something, we want one better.
If she has the guy we want, we pursue him.
If we're told not to do it, we do it anyways.
Humans are born rule-breakers.
So go ahead, be rebellious.
Is it possible to pour your heart out by
writing everything down
I mean, if you have all of your problems sprawled out in front of you, you tend to find them easier to face.
I beleive that if you confront what is making you feel the way you do, then the world will seem a little eaier to deal with.
No one ever said that life was going to be easy or without hurt, so dealing with problems is something we have to get used to. From the day you're born until the day you die you have to work with the cards dealt to you.
Because what is life exactly?
I mean, if you have all of your problems sprawled out in front of you, you tend to find them easier to face.
I beleive that if you confront what is making you feel the way you do, then the world will seem a little eaier to deal with.
No one ever said that life was going to be easy or without hurt, so dealing with problems is something we have to get used to. From the day you're born until the day you die you have to work with the cards dealt to you.
Because what is life exactly?
I've found that crying makes me feel quite
helpess.
When did tears become so much more than water that comes from your eyes
Since when did they correspond with a broken heart
Sometimes I wonder why you can't do something else when you're upset.
Why can't you smile
Instead of making a mess out of yourself, with your makeup on your cheeks.
Crying is a supposed relief of emmotional stress
But in truth, when I cry I feel worse
I feel vulnerable.
I feel pathetic.
When did tears become so much more than water that comes from your eyes
Since when did they correspond with a broken heart
Sometimes I wonder why you can't do something else when you're upset.
Why can't you smile
Instead of making a mess out of yourself, with your makeup on your cheeks.
Crying is a supposed relief of emmotional stress
But in truth, when I cry I feel worse
I feel vulnerable.
I feel pathetic.
You have no secrets anymore.
You're found out for what you really are.
Don't hide behind more lies, they'll just destroy you in the end.
Face what you've done.
Oh wait.
I forgot, that's impossible for you.
You're far too immature
You're far too idiotic
To actually deal with your problems
Instead of running away .
So I'm here to tell you I'm done.
I'm sick .
Sick of you.
Sick of your lies.
Sick of your smile
Sick of your face
Sick of you fake "iloveyous"
You're found out for what you really are.
Don't hide behind more lies, they'll just destroy you in the end.
Face what you've done.
Oh wait.
I forgot, that's impossible for you.
You're far too immature
You're far too idiotic
To actually deal with your problems
Instead of running away .
So I'm here to tell you I'm done.
I'm sick .
Sick of you.
Sick of your lies.
Sick of your smile
Sick of your face
Sick of you fake "iloveyous"
Today as I was again sulking
over my ex-boyfriend
I suddenly remembered the fact that his mom made him get a haircut.
He has a cowlick
MLIA (:
I suddenly remembered the fact that his mom made him get a haircut.
He has a cowlick
MLIA (: