I am here to tell you a story, a story that will torture you're thoughts by day, and poison you're dreams by night. And tho I will do my best, there are no words that can be written, or brush strokes on canvas. That can describe the dark and utter horror of the night that Annabel died.
Art of My Life
In a place of uncertainty where pain intertwined in the love you feel, surrounding your heart. Falling further than you realize, becoming someone you don't know. We all go there I know, but there is no going back once you have come to the realization of knowing you will never want to change. Sometimes it works sometimes.... my imagination gets the better of what may be left of the more sweet parts of the noises in my skull, that like to play with my mind especially at night. So in the end I am just the girl in the fading flower holding onto a red string that really cant hold me. The only thing keeping me from falling is my heart. He came along and pulled on the other end of my string he tied it to his finger and said we would never have to part, now when I'm afraid of drowning all I do is tug on the string attached to my heart.
Sometimes we cry for each other sometimes we cry for ourselves, but sometimes we cry together.We can never truly only cry for ourselves without crying for the other in turn.
Pain is what's left when there is nothing else to hold onto. It is also what we hold onto when we have everything.
The darkness that is in my soul only comes out when you rage the monster
within my sleeping heart, so let it sleep or you may realize it's too late,it already has a hold of your soul and is squeezing it tighter and tighter until you can no longer breath, the air becomes your own enemy and you are lost in the darkness that is now clouding your own heart.
If you never try what you think is impossible you will never be able to do the impossible.
Don't mistake a lie for the truth, but don't mistake the truth for lie.
To hide in plain site, is where I stay. No one shall discover what lies beneath the broken glass.
Sometimes tho I know it will hurt him, and bring him pain. I still run a blade cross my skin to feel the pain. I try not to I do, I just hope you understand. When I tell you I love you and I want to be better for you, I mean it please never doubt that.
When it rains I think of you, because the rain is better than any shiny day. I would rather have a million rainy days with you than one day of sunshine without my beloved. <3 I love you more than anything I have ever loved before.
nothing special, they don't say I am intelligent, or desirable, never been called
model material, or really smart..... I am just eh... But whatever tho.... I will just be here being boring me... yea.... whatever....
Does she know How much I hate her, How I fall asleep thinking about the ways I would love to kill her, or how many times in a minute that Imagine her death happening right in front of me. I love to see her bleeding and crying for help with no one to come to her aid. I love to know that she is in a world of pain. Because I hate her and I want her to suffer.
I hate going to church because I can't stand the people who think their opinion is right, when it's just an opinion... To people who think tattoos, and piercings are wrong or gross, to those who think lower of people who get gauges. To you I shall say ******** you! The reason the world is so ******** is because of people like you. So I will continue with my "damn hipster and your purple hair" and become something great, something you can never be because you are so judgmental and closed minded to the things surrounding you. You don't have to hate it because its different.....