Emotions to bottleTake your pain and put it in a bottle,push the lid down and put it on the shelf,let it settle between sorrow and hurt,collecting emotions to bottle them away.What if I tore down that shelf and smashed the glass?falling crystal tears or thundering shredded pain?your anger and frustration set to fill the air,taking away your oxygen and filling your head with pain and more despair,your collected emotions set free.Grab another bottle or three or maybe even five, set them on the shelf and let them settle,hide your feelings and lies and truths,feel numb and feel nothing,you just keep collecting emotions to bottle.
My name is NothingMy name is Nothing,And I know...You're in love with her -Not me.I'm just your friend.I am nothing else.I am... Nothing.I am Nothing to you;I'm a ghost that listensto your many woes;I give you space totake a deep breath in;I am who you turn towhen you have no one; I'm always there for you,but never actually there.My name is Nothing. And I know it was absurdfor me to think that I could be her,that I could be...your Something.
AwayI want to fly away,up, in the sky.down, back to earth.I wantI want to go.Away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere.Just go,Leave, let go, live.I want to fly away,somewhere I can stay.
The HeroThe world is a confusing placeAnd I'm climbing, but it keeps getting steeperAnd I try so hard to keep goingBut I just keep sinking in deeper.I'm trying so hard to help youChanging how I act and behaveBut maybe its not you who needs helpingMaybe I'm the one who needs to be saved.I'm suppose to be taking a step forwardBut I've been taking two steps backAnd I'm reversing what I've worked forAnd my mind is beginning to crackAnd that pain inside of my chestAnd that pain inside of my headI'm surprised I've made it this farAnd I haven't just completely dropped deadI'm trying to be your Wonder WomanAnd fix everything
Keep Calm And Carry OnKeep calm and carry on,Make coffee, sing a song.Watch a comedy whenYou're lonely,Or play a war game on PCAng kill people legally.Keep calm and carry on,Even when it starts to rain.Don't panic if you don't havean umbrella,Walk in the rain, it'll cleanseyour pain.Keep calm and carry on,Write a poem, ride a bike.Eat some cake andWalk the dog,Read a book or Write one instead,Just as long as youdon't end up dead.Keep calm and carry on,Laugh like the world's gonna end.Go out and party,Get drunk and hungover.At least you'll be happy,(just don't mind the headache)When the party's over.
60 Ways to Survive a Horror MovieHow to Survive a Horror Movie1. Do not have sex. Having sex is basically signing your own death certificate.2. If you're either blond, big boobed, refuse to wear a bra, or all of the above, you're going to get killed, usually when you're fucking your boyfriend (who will also be killed, might I add.)3. Never joke around and play pranks, because when you're really in trouble no one will believe you or care.4. Don't go to the toilet at night, especially if it's an outside one, or if you're wear no or minimal clothes.5. Same goes for showers, whether they're outside or not. Not only will you be unable to defend yourself, you will also d
The Smile when you tore me apartHer hand goes over the poison and shields herself into the night.The same smile is placed on her, laughter giving her away. She takesher hands and creates a massacre, one only she knows. Corpses willbe her dolls. They rise only for her.The young boy watches as flames engulf the body. He screams in horror,desperately trying to save his playmate. She reaches out, but it wasalready too late. The last thing he remembers was the tears that fall from his eyes, and the heart that was broken into two.His lover falls to the ground, blood splattering on her clothes.Barely alive, she collapses onto his own arms. They grab her by thet
I Am Not ThemI've got the scars on my skin,Reminding what I've done,Who I've been;Never letting me forgetEverything that I regretAnd making sure I knowThat I am not Them.When the moon is way up high,And the world is in a dream,I will cryFor all of the deathWithin my breathWhispering into my earThat I am not Them.They make me Their shallow joke,The things They say and do,Making me choke;World wants me deadI'm sick in the headAll because of the factThat I am not Them.If I could transform myself,Make me rich in beauty,'Cos that's their wealthI'd rather just dieI want to remain IProud of all I am andThat I am not Them.I think I
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