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I hope you remember me When you wish you couldn’t That you think about texting me tomorrow Even though you know you shouldn’t Because friends don’t act like you when they mean their actions When they mean what they say Kill this transition When you walked in and made everything better and promised you would never Cut me so deep again that I wondered how to breath That I wondered if I could swim out of my tears before I could drown but no You didn’t dare save me, not this time Because I couldn’t find your lies What lies, its silent Goodby.e ......................................................................

The door clicks My heart Stops breathing. Alone. The room is hard, dark. The shower knob turns Or it must have sprouted a leak as I hear the water cascading, flooding the porcelain with acid and impurities that my skin starts to itch. Unclean. The water, don’t drink the water. The sun, don’t stay out forever Because if you do then cancer will seep into your skin and fire will burn you From within. So far, so long gone that I don’t know which way to run Should the door open. Where do I run, when the world goes quite? Do I sit in my head, forgetting to get out and seek adventure…. Or bread… Do I laugh and hope tha

You told me I was a special snowflake... No wonder all of us are sitting on therapists couches wondering What the hell? You told us to reach for the stars But there are no stars, not really At least not in the sense of the words as you told us in bedtime stories. No. No we are a generation who strive for greatness but still can't find a solid job placement... of more than two years... Then we're back in the game of papers and postings and you ask us to just grow up and Find Unhappiness... Just like you... But we can't because we want more than a career we want...a life So why did you stop telling me you're proud when I nailed that turn, w

The Last Thing She Ever Wrote As she looked down into the depths of her soul she knew this would be it. The end to a long line.   The words were fleeting out of lips that could no longer speak,   no longer taste the world in all of its colors.   The pen danced along the page, running out of ink.   Thoughts dove this way and that, with great agility, trying to free themselves. Sight didn’t exist, it didn’t need to, there was only the page.   One page, with words.   Who knew if anyone would ever be able to read, or grasp what she meant.   She knew the sun was setting, her time was running out.   Soon there would be no more light,

 I wish I could wake up and the world won’t have changed and for one moment Just a single moment everything will remain the same.   And not so much remain the same as go back to my youth when you would brush my hair and tell me everything happens for a reason.   That the sun will shine again and the world will turn and I… will find happiness.   But to say I will find happiness today is a thought, an idea, I can’t quite reach as my mind goes reeling and then… blank.   If I could spin the wheel if I could turn back time and take one more look at you before I walk out the door and get one more kiss on my head – I

A/N: So one of my little sisters had a prompt for school to write a gothic story in the genre of edgar allan poe-esque. I thought I would help her and try my hand at it as well :) All I ever write is SwanQueen fanfiction...which is fantastic :P Pinkpillow19 if you like Swen :). But this is not a happy story, it's creepy and suspenseful. If you enjoy supernatural, you might like :) All my smilies are decieving, just go have a read, and don't wander into the dark, especially if you seen grey eyes. Well I am off to bed goodnight :) Just have to find my dog....do you hear humming? Note. I found this diary in my garden, I know you have been miss