| Could she be? |


She watches herselfShe watches as they fall apart, One by one they all fall down, Like leaves from the trees in autumn, Her family forever in the season.She watches herself
A son misses his mothers death, A sister watches a brother die, The family misses themselves fall apart, Yet somehow manages to see it in others.
Standing on the outside she watches, Watches them die a little more, Listens as they scream their anger, Sees their tears fall.
She stands infront of the mirror, The world passing by, Observes her scars and reminisises, Thinking for all the times she knows.


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Reaching out her free hand she brushed the cold rock beneath her soft hands. They felt rough and jagged beneath her palms and their coolness felt unwelcoming. She focused on the square stone in the centre. Placing her fist on the rock she turned to Jas, her face serious, her eyes red, she didn't want to do this but she pushed anyway. The rock slide away from her and those surrounding it began to pull away creating an entrance way into the darkness. She waited for the movement to cease, still focused on Jas. 'Don't let go.' Her words felt like ice to his ears, this could not be good. No words would come to his dr
| Could she be? |


WhiteThe room is bustling, the sun shut out. Light isnt welcome here, only artificial. A room for learning. About the mind, we never know. A DVD about depression on the desk, I know it all from experiance, not lessons, Never lessons. A room full of people, I am a stranger. Im unwelcome, unknown. But say nothing, never having a voic. They cant see you. They cant hear you. They cant feel you. You wont find me around here, With white walls.White


And you are...?My hair is long, a bright golden colour, like sunight captured in the strands. Its shooulder length and tied back now, the sides that cover my cheeks and ears hang lose. My eyes dont glare as much as before, but the ever changing icy blueness, sometimess a green (like grass) sometimes a silver (like the fullmoon), reflect my feelings. They hide beneath my curtain of hair when they can. My nose is too big for my liking, and the black dots never go away, pestering me. My forehead is ever hidden, I do not like it. My arms are sometimes muscular, sometimes slender, changing with the time I havAnd you are...?


endit was just like that night the one where he stood facing the doorend
with his clothes on the floor,
making me envy those who knew their place
and i am realizing that my heart,
unlike his, has not stopped beating.


AnguishThere's a longing that aches, so deep inside and there's a sadness that sneaks in and combines with this longing I have, so deep inside.Anguish
And this poetry that I scribble to free my mind,
Makes it worse each time Makes it worse, each and everytime.
But when the odds aren't against me,
for a moment or two, and I'm able to express,
the burning anguish and angst inside of my Soul, I feel like the black starless sky takes over and I lose all control. I lose every bit of control.
Well, I told them I'd call,
I'd call them on my pho
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What happens to a shadow when there is nothing to cast it? It fades away and dissappears.
Avatar drawn by ~Shenorai
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I dont bite unless asked. Simple
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Why do we always try to change the world instead of ourselfs?
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Don't use religion as your excuse.
Life's a bitch, and then you die.
Labels are only good for cans.
Madness is like gravity, it only takes a push.
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Dear Agony,
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Like what I have?: [link]
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I dont bite unless asked. Simple
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turn and stay with me
i know you hate me now
but now i need you to
turn and stay with me
through these tormenting days
that only you can alleviate
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I dont bite unless asked. Simple
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I dont bite unless asked. Simple
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