You may not think you're strong.
You may not believe you're pretty.
You may not think you're liked.
You are INVINCIBLE.
You are BEAUTIFUl.
You are LOVED.
You are YOU.
Too breathtaking to explain it.
The Past's Book of Memories by natirey7, literature
Literature
The Past's Book of Memories
The story starts on a cold rainy day.
A girl tells a boy her story.
Leaves out no details.
From her abusive childhood, to her "emo" self now.
Her parents divorce.
The day she started cutting.
Even the suicide attempts.
He sat there in silence taking in everything.
Only interrupting when a question was necessary.
He would nod his head at appropriate times.
Hold back a tear from the painful memories.
But he didn't judge her.
He just listened to her story.
Through the bloody chapters to the tear drenched pages.
Word by word he was more amazed.
'How could a girl like her have a past like this?'
The thought spiraled through his
Mommy, Daddy, please don't cry.
Yes I had a short life.
I didn't say goodbye.
Mommy, Daddy, don't blame yourself.
It was my time.
This happened by itself.
Mommy, Daddy, I'm sorry.
I'm dead.
Please don't worry.
Mommy, Daddy, it's so pretty.
I'll wait
For you to join me.
Mommy, Daddy, Goodbye.
I'll tell Grandma
You said hi.
It's killing you slowly
It's pulling you down
It's making you anxious
It's making you frown
The guilt is consuming
You know it's not right
But it's too addictive
You'll lose this fight
You sit in your room
With the music up loud
To drown out the sorrow
The angry black cloud
You try to ignore it
But know it's still there
That thing in your drawer
It kills the despair
Whole body shaking
But head is held high
You will not succumb
Won't break down and cry
'Stuff it' you think
You pull out the knife
Already addicted
'It won't wreck my life'
Without hesitation
You plunge it in deep
You drag it across
And the blood starts
Our choices like those little white keys
One Wrong note could ruin the song
The many mistakes we play
Into our interchanging measure of notes
The ivory white key promising to sing
It falls flat into the black
Threatening to break the melody
Change the course of the anthem
One wrong note doesn't break the song
It changes it
So don't fret over a wrong note
Let your notes sing
I scream and scream...no one hears.
It breaks my heart...on the inside I am slowly dieing.
I'm not good with pain...sadly its all I feel.
I scream and scream louder...still no one hears.
Help I'm fading fast...falling deeper into nothing.
No one cares what I say...or what I do.
Hope that's what I need...impossible.
No more pain please...I can't stand the pain.
PLEASE LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!!!!
I scream and scream at the top of my lungs...no one hears.
When I am gone people will hear what I was saying...but it will be to late because I am gone. Dead. and no one truly cares.
If I tell you that I love you by MyLifeisAverageStill, literature
Literature
If I tell you that I love you
If I tell you that I love you,
Will you say it back to me?
If I tell you that I love you,
Will you run away and scream?
If I tell you that I love you,
Will you think it's a nightmare?
If I tell you that I love you,
Will you think it's just a dare?
If I tell you that I love you,
Would you kiss me in the rain?
If I tell you that I love you,
Would you become a greater pain?
If I tell you that I love you,
Would you stop and kiss my hair?
If I tell you that I love you,
Will our hearts become a pair?
If I tell you that I love you,
Would you love me with all of your soul?
Or will it take me forever to realize
that you let me fall
Do you remember when,
our love was so innocent?
When smiles lit our faces,
and our eyes sparkled with awe?
Holding hand,was everything,
and everything was new?
Lying there picking out,
our song?
The secrets we whispered,
into the night?
The cuddling when nights,
were to scary for me?
Our first date, or how,
I blushed every second?
What about our first kiss,
the pure magic you felt?
It all meant something, right?
The thirst for money
The thirst for fame
The thirst for anything
That wont make them lame
The things that these people
Want to achieve
Are nothing less
Then they're own grieve
Their thoughtlessness of others
Doesn't bother them a bit
As long as they get famous
They don't give a shit
The more they get
The better they feel
They don't care for others
Just they're own appeal