FatesBlessing

It's terrifying I can feel my heart ripping in my chest Like it's being torn down the middle I'm doing everything to make this mood feel right Listening to horrible, dark music Wrapping myself in a blanket And hiding in a corner I'm almost completely unattached I don't know what's going on Except for this swirling dark wind of depression It's the first nightmare I've had in forever Suicide seems like something sweet on my tongue I'm shaking with desperation I need a scrap of happiness I know that's not going to happen Everything's going downhill from here But that makes sense I'll just die sooner or later 'Cause my heart's a

 Her pen began to dance upon the page and she wrote: Dear Diary, Something happened last night. It was around two am, and I was trying to fall asleep, and suddenly, something just clicked in my head. It didn't bring any new thoughts, or regret, or sorrow, or even more pain. And I feel loose and free, like the chain that bound my ankles and wrists to him are gone. I don't think I love him anymore. It's a good thing, I know! I know … But I hate it. I thought the feeling of needing him would come back after I got some rest … But … I don't feel it yet. I'm scared. Did God will this for me? Did he answer the prayers I never thou

And when I thought things were finally great And I had a chance To be with you The same bloody knife cut out my exposed heart Left me bleeding And I was the only one that could pick it up and stitch it back in my chest. So I'll wrap myself in that old and familiar bloodstained blanket (Which is also known as my shell) And I'll try not to cry I'll numb myself away from the pain While sitting in my blood that paints the floor I am waiting to taste insanity on my tongue. So much hope So much love This always has to happen Glance at this poem, please You may see my suffering between the lines I am dying inside.

Mother? Do You Remember when You Pledged your heart to Him? I Wasn't even alive Yet, I'm sure I Could see You In my mind. White veil, a long porcelain dress, I'm sure You Were very pretty In your layers of make-up upon those dark green eyes And perfect, luscious dark brown hair. I know He Thought so With his slicked back Young dark hair And beautiful blue eyes You Fell in love with from the start. Clasp your hands, Exchange rings, Flash loving looks to the audience And your best friends Who all have tears in their eyes. Do You Remember what the pastor said? And then what You Repeated and promised? And wh

She set her pen to the page, and began writing: Dear Diary, It's the first dream I've had about him. I don't even know if I love it or hate it. I've told myself a million times I'd never love him again, but the feeling never fails to come back. I hate that part. My heart longs for him, and now it longs for him even more intensely after this dream. I hate that part, too. Do you know why God wants me to suffer? Can't he just make me stop thinking about him and "remove" him from my life? I'd love to still be his friend. Really. But maybe, in the end, I won't be satisfied with that, either. Here's the dream: We must have been out in front my e

From dow' The street I thought it was a piece of Rubber Ripped from the tire's surface By the harsh fir'y Blacktop That everythin' seemed to die on. I approached The drive way Expectin' nothin' But somethin' to scratch my claws On But I was wron'. Dragged 'cross the co'crete, As though, The lil' scrap o' Fur Had been Skinned against it, Was a black kitten Its eyes Open In a shiny, yet blank Green stare Still 'n cold. Blood pooled inches 'way Drawn Out Like it had been Thrown Against the drive way. I stood and Watched 'Til I couldn't take no more 'N padded on. There had been a lil' Angel statue Prayin' A

Jeremy awoke exhausted, his breath coming in ragged gasps like he had ran the whole way, but there he lay in bed, gripping the sheets with his snow white knuckles. He glanced out the window and saw that at the very least, it was dawn, but rain was coming. Dark grey clouds blanketed the sky and he groaned, closing his eyes. "Jeremy?" a whisper sounded not far away from him. He squeezed his eyes shut even more. "Jeremy? Are you awake?" Amanda was, of course, there, sitting next to his bed. She was his care-taker, his guide in the facility. She helped him sort through his anger, gently stopped his crying, made it seem like there was no limit t

"Wait!" Jeremy stopped running, scarcely turning his face to Amanda. Sweat dotted his cheeks and soaked his hair. "This is a wall of opportunity! Don't you get it?" Her perfect fingernails as strong as claws lay at her side. The boy shook his head, a grim frown coating the lower section of his face, while a deep scowl rested beneath his forehead. "No, it isn't. This is just prison wall, growing stronger and stronger if I don't get out of here. None of you can make me take that chance." Amanda sounded like she was going to yell a response, but Jeremy turned tail and ran with all his might, trying to gather the little energy he had left in

As I made my way into the unknown, I lost many, many feelings. The sensation of being hungry left me as I rounded a corner on a broken street. I was met by more open space, and only two buildings lined the ruined asphalt. The run-down apartments –which was what I thought they looked like most– were boarded up, rotting wood covering crumbling bricks. I began to lose the feeling of touch, too. It felt so mysterious the first time, to lean my back against a brick wall, and not sense texture of the sharp rock graze into my bare, pale back. I was more scared than excited to not see blood trickle out of the cuts that were made. And whene

When are you going to admit to yourself that he never took that shit in the first place? That he never believed those sullen faces you wore Or the stories you told about your broken heart That had been "true" but sounded so far-fetched and wrong! He never felt sorry for you Or thought about you in the middle of the night No, he never would have! He hadn't wasted a tear over you And that wasn't because boys didn't usually cry But because he had no fucking point to! For his infrequent sympathy You were an unlikely choice Didn't you know! And all the more time you pray for him to give in To want to hold you in his arms because he t