jacquelyn1217

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Quotes by jacquelyn1217

  Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado. Uprooting everything. 
  Creating chaos. You wait for the dust to settle and then choose.
You  
can live in the wreckage and
pretend it's still the heaven
you remember.
 Or  you   can   crawl   out   of   the  rubble   &   slowly   rebuild

       I'm starting to realize that...
You are slowly fading away;;
A tear rolled down her cheek, as the words sliped from his lips.  He let go of her hand as another tear dripped.
He whispered the words, she never wanted to hear. She let out a whimper; filled with too much pain and fear.
Whatever had happened to the love they had shared. Three steps back. All she could manage to do was stare.
Forever. Meant. Nothing. Her body shook.
She'd never get it back. Never ever get another look.
We was not going to there anymore when she awaked.
He watched her drop the smile that she had faked.
At that very moment, she turned and was gone. Rain was pouring down when she laid onto her lawn.
He thought long and hard, then realized his fault. Screaming in rage, dropping down to the asphalt.
He let go of that girl. She was his NO MORE. He knew that her heart was broken and tore.
What could have caused this? You and I ask. He didn't believe the love, hidden within the mask.
But time went on, it all slowly moved.
The love could never have been proved.
She is still in love, to this very day. He still wishes it would have ended another way.
Yet nothing can be done, it's all over now. But remember,
this is what happens, when it is what you allow<|||3
I want to be able to sleep; To sleep without the haunting dreams.
Without waking up in the night&find myself with a slicing knife.
Because I feel like there is no way to fix this hole in my chest.

I want to be able to smile; To smile a truthful smile  A smile that
holds real happiness. A smile I have not had in a long time.
Like the ones I used to have when we were 'us'.. That kind of smile.

I want to be able to think;  To have thoughts that aren't...you.
Good thoughts, please. Thoughts to over run all the memories.
The moments I replay in this broken head&heart of mine.

I want to be able to dream; dream of a love that is pure. I do not
want to dream of us anymore. I want to dream of a bettter tomorrow.
 Dream of a place to take me away, away from alll the lies&pain.

I want to love; To love someone who is not you anymore.
Someone who is different, and will not hurt me. To love someone who
might actually love me in return. Maybe he could teach you a few things.

And Finally; I want to believe.
Believe that things, such as these, could actually occur to me.

And to believe that I could even survive without you.. <|3

Sometimes you  just have to break down, sneak away to a
hidden bathroom and cry your heart out.
 
You will doubt
yourself, you  will ask yourself if anyone even  cares.
 
But
the best part is always when  you find the strength to pull
yourself together, drag your mind out of the bottomless pit
that is your heart, and you step back into the crowd. When
your eyes land on that one person. The one who cares. The
one who was searching for you the entire time and then...
YourHeartSmiles♥
She tries not to think of the what if's,
The what if the cut was deeper, or what if she was not born.
What if she was actually happy, what if her father would not have left.
All these things she blames herself for, could not possibly be her fault..

Her family has shrunk,  some died, some turned their backs.
It is such a wonder that no one would want to be bothered.
She thinks that is is ALL HER FAULT.

Everything was fine before she was born. Then the tears start to fall,
She has been free from his dark hole of unimaginable grief,
For such a long time. She cant think about how to get out,
Instead she wonders of how to cope with the pain.
 
Old scars tear open, and blood starts to gush.
A sigh of relief escapes her lips. she rolls down her sleeve,
Cleans up her makeup, puts on a smile and walks out.
No one knows the difference.


*bestfriend wrote,
rocherchick♥
I hope she looks back and thinks to herself...
Every decision I have made has turned out okay, even if I do regret some.
And every cut I have made is now a lingering scar from those decisions. 
Every thought I have ever had, has returned to me, to haunt of the past.
Every tear I have let fall leaves a sting to my eye every once in a while.
Every memory I have had always will be there, never to be forgotten.
The boy I left, really did love me, and the one I loved, never did..
 

I will never look at you in quite the same way,
knowing it was that easy for you to leave me<l3

 

He looks at me and says, "I love you, babe," as a joke.
His friends start to laugh. He stares at me, waiting for a reply.
I panic. How am I supposed to answer that? All I can do is think to myself,
how can he not know? I wish I could actually say "I love you too."
 But all I can do is laugh, at that boy I am hoplessly in love with♥
 

To feel the sting of our last sweet kiss upon my lips
 and to watch the tears slip down upon my face,
was just another reminder that I had let the love
 of my life get up, and walk away from me♥