Thunder rolls,
And the world bleeds outside my window,
Blurring, and yet life goes on.
It's sad that no one cares when even the world itself bleeds.
Kind of like people.
Does nobody care?
Is there no one who cares?
When the world they live in,
When someone who holds them up,
Bleeds?
Water falls,
The sky's blood,
And life goes on,
As the world bleeds and blurs.
Restless Heart Syndrome by EmoXxLifexX, literature
Literature
Restless Heart Syndrome
The monitors beep
And the pills help me sleep,
I've got restless heart syndrome,
What's yours?
The plague called love,
Time to give me some,
More killers for the pain,
Or I'll end up drowning myself in rum,
There's nothing left for me without you.
I hate myself without it,
I'm a victim of it,
And there's not much I can do,
Without me and you.
The system fucked me over,
Inject me with restless heart syndrome,
The pills keep me sober,
The thing called love keeps me under,
Under the grasp,
Of my disease.
'Cause me without you,
Is something like 3 without 2.
Broken hearts'll be the death of me,
Restless heart syndrome's wha
Wake up,
Wake up from your bed of lies,
Shuffle over to the pity cries,
The cries of your children,
Hiding from you,
Scared to see what you'll do.
Ignore them and walk away,
Pretend we're safe for another day,
Pretend we're not laughing behind your back,
Hoping someday our masks will crack.
Hoping to stand up to you,
And leave you, sobbing and filled with rue.
The decay of us,
It's something to hide,
Like you're the perfect one in your social life.
Once you're done fighting about stupid things,
You shuffle on back to your bed,
Lying awake and saying to yourself,
'It's just another day in Hell,'
And while you sleep,
Your c
It pushes and stabs like a knife,
And you can hear your pulse flooding your ears, and your blood falling to the ground.
Of course, there are two things you can do in this situation.
Ignore the pain and act like things are normal, but!
People will notice the knife eventually.
If you take it out, you'll bleed,-either to or nearly to- death.
And there is always the issue of hiding the wound.
So what do you do?
You walk around with the knife,
The pulse in your ears, beating like a hammer- thud, thud, thud.
And drops of blood fall, bit by bit.
It's possible you'll take out the sword and have the scar,
Or it will be there forever,
Th
Letters to My Past Self by EmoXxLifexX, literature
Literature
Letters to My Past Self
To me,
Without love.
Why are you so angry?
Ending your life isn't the way.
Little girl, why so much pain?
Has everyone left you,
Broken and scarred?
Do you think this is the last time he'll tear out your heart?
And as I write, with tears in my eyes,
Remember to never to be surprised to find,
I am still you,
And the things you do,
One day you will face, too.
The thought of ending your life so young,
Might seem like a game, just for fun,
But think about it, when you're dead,
And those sad thoughts are no longer in your head.
It might seem bittersweet,
Romantic,
As self-destruction always is.
But one day,
You'll face th
THE END.
My life has come to its dramatic close,
And no one cares.
No one here to save me.
No one cares.
And as I die, no one cries.
The beep of the machines lull me into sleep.
DEAD!
I'm dead.
And no one cares.
No one comes to my funeral.
They all say I deserve it,
I won't make it to heaven,
No one liked me anyways.
THIS IS HOW I DISAPPEAR
As they drain the blood,
The kids watch and get a giggle.
They laugh at the man who's been beaten.
They laugh at the show.
I yell out for anybody,
Somebody,
And no one cares.
Nobody ever liked me anyways.
By this point, I'm basically a shadow,
Unable to hurt pe
Mama, hell is real,
Hell is where I'm going,
And are you going, too?
Mama, everyone dies.
I will die, too.
Don't make me answer that,
The answer would split you in two.
Mama, everyone lies,
Mama, the caner's taken me,
And Mama, you should have had a daughter.
I should have been a father,
And Mama, I'm sorry for what I did,
And Mama, I'm not your son,
And Mama, Hell is okay, but it smells.
Mama, we're going to hell.
--If you would be better to me ..
If you'd heard what I've done .
Mama, I'm dying tomorrow,
And Mama,
We all go to Hell.
How beautiful are the words pouring through their mouths and ears,
Before their blood onto the street?
The last whisper before the gunshots,
The last 'I love you'?
They die in embrace, guns to the other's head.
The beauty in the truth of the words, 'Till death.'
Their eyes closed for what is to come, wincing.
No tears crawl down their cheeks, bravery in more shades than one.
There is no love truly as deep as theirs, not wanting to live without the other.
They have meant nearly every word they have said to another, only lie to protect.
They count their last seconds, shaking and holding tears within their eyes and each other.
The las
It's moments like these that I live for.
The moments when something breaks inside, and you're free, if only for a second.
You realise how much it controls you.
How truly unhappy you are with it.
When all you can think is, "I'm free."
When your thoughts are giddy and happy and swimming with color, enough color to make you think to change your clothing style.
When you cannot stop smiling.
When you are truly and really happy,
Not the fake, diluted happy the disease supplies,
But a buzzing, electric blue happy.
I would rather live happy, truly and honestly happy and saved and free, even if only for a second,
Then live with the disea
Before, death was an illusion.
Then you left.
I still can't think about you without crying.
I found pictures of you the other day,
And it hurt, realising you're truly gone.
I thought I'd have more time.
I thought you'd go slowly.
I thought it would be slow,
To the point I'd know to take memories and store them.
These pictures are too small to encompass all you were.
Too small to know you'd be gone so fast.
You were healthy, and happy.
I want to know you loved me.
I guess that's gone now.
Thunder rolls,
And the world bleeds outside my window,
Blurring, and yet life goes on.
It's sad that no one cares when even the world itself bleeds.
Kind of like people.
Does nobody care?
Is there no one who cares?
When the world they live in,
When someone who holds them up,
Bleeds?
Water falls,
The sky's blood,
And life goes on,
As the world bleeds and blurs.
Restless Heart Syndrome by EmoXxLifexX, literature
Literature
Restless Heart Syndrome
The monitors beep
And the pills help me sleep,
I've got restless heart syndrome,
What's yours?
The plague called love,
Time to give me some,
More killers for the pain,
Or I'll end up drowning myself in rum,
There's nothing left for me without you.
I hate myself without it,
I'm a victim of it,
And there's not much I can do,
Without me and you.
The system fucked me over,
Inject me with restless heart syndrome,
The pills keep me sober,
The thing called love keeps me under,
Under the grasp,
Of my disease.
'Cause me without you,
Is something like 3 without 2.
Broken hearts'll be the death of me,
Restless heart syndrome's wha
Wake up,
Wake up from your bed of lies,
Shuffle over to the pity cries,
The cries of your children,
Hiding from you,
Scared to see what you'll do.
Ignore them and walk away,
Pretend we're safe for another day,
Pretend we're not laughing behind your back,
Hoping someday our masks will crack.
Hoping to stand up to you,
And leave you, sobbing and filled with rue.
The decay of us,
It's something to hide,
Like you're the perfect one in your social life.
Once you're done fighting about stupid things,
You shuffle on back to your bed,
Lying awake and saying to yourself,
'It's just another day in Hell,'
And while you sleep,
Your c
It pushes and stabs like a knife,
And you can hear your pulse flooding your ears, and your blood falling to the ground.
Of course, there are two things you can do in this situation.
Ignore the pain and act like things are normal, but!
People will notice the knife eventually.
If you take it out, you'll bleed,-either to or nearly to- death.
And there is always the issue of hiding the wound.
So what do you do?
You walk around with the knife,
The pulse in your ears, beating like a hammer- thud, thud, thud.
And drops of blood fall, bit by bit.
It's possible you'll take out the sword and have the scar,
Or it will be there forever,
Th
Letters to My Past Self by EmoXxLifexX, literature
Literature
Letters to My Past Self
To me,
Without love.
Why are you so angry?
Ending your life isn't the way.
Little girl, why so much pain?
Has everyone left you,
Broken and scarred?
Do you think this is the last time he'll tear out your heart?
And as I write, with tears in my eyes,
Remember to never to be surprised to find,
I am still you,
And the things you do,
One day you will face, too.
The thought of ending your life so young,
Might seem like a game, just for fun,
But think about it, when you're dead,
And those sad thoughts are no longer in your head.
It might seem bittersweet,
Romantic,
As self-destruction always is.
But one day,
You'll face th
THE END.
My life has come to its dramatic close,
And no one cares.
No one here to save me.
No one cares.
And as I die, no one cries.
The beep of the machines lull me into sleep.
DEAD!
I'm dead.
And no one cares.
No one comes to my funeral.
They all say I deserve it,
I won't make it to heaven,
No one liked me anyways.
THIS IS HOW I DISAPPEAR
As they drain the blood,
The kids watch and get a giggle.
They laugh at the man who's been beaten.
They laugh at the show.
I yell out for anybody,
Somebody,
And no one cares.
Nobody ever liked me anyways.
By this point, I'm basically a shadow,
Unable to hurt pe
Mama, hell is real,
Hell is where I'm going,
And are you going, too?
Mama, everyone dies.
I will die, too.
Don't make me answer that,
The answer would split you in two.
Mama, everyone lies,
Mama, the caner's taken me,
And Mama, you should have had a daughter.
I should have been a father,
And Mama, I'm sorry for what I did,
And Mama, I'm not your son,
And Mama, Hell is okay, but it smells.
Mama, we're going to hell.
--If you would be better to me ..
If you'd heard what I've done .
Mama, I'm dying tomorrow,
And Mama,
We all go to Hell.
How beautiful are the words pouring through their mouths and ears,
Before their blood onto the street?
The last whisper before the gunshots,
The last 'I love you'?
They die in embrace, guns to the other's head.
The beauty in the truth of the words, 'Till death.'
Their eyes closed for what is to come, wincing.
No tears crawl down their cheeks, bravery in more shades than one.
There is no love truly as deep as theirs, not wanting to live without the other.
They have meant nearly every word they have said to another, only lie to protect.
They count their last seconds, shaking and holding tears within their eyes and each other.
The las
It's moments like these that I live for.
The moments when something breaks inside, and you're free, if only for a second.
You realise how much it controls you.
How truly unhappy you are with it.
When all you can think is, "I'm free."
When your thoughts are giddy and happy and swimming with color, enough color to make you think to change your clothing style.
When you cannot stop smiling.
When you are truly and really happy,
Not the fake, diluted happy the disease supplies,
But a buzzing, electric blue happy.
I would rather live happy, truly and honestly happy and saved and free, even if only for a second,
Then live with the disea
Before, death was an illusion.
Then you left.
I still can't think about you without crying.
I found pictures of you the other day,
And it hurt, realising you're truly gone.
I thought I'd have more time.
I thought you'd go slowly.
I thought it would be slow,
To the point I'd know to take memories and store them.
These pictures are too small to encompass all you were.
Too small to know you'd be gone so fast.
You were healthy, and happy.
I want to know you loved me.
I guess that's gone now.
Kayso, not much to tell. I guess. Some people would call me emo, but no one notices, because I don't cut... I do self-injure, though.. Anways. I have what I'm interested in listed below. Anyways, I use this profile for poetry and I did for drawings, but I didn't like them, so I don't do it anymore. Plus, my camera broke. I don't know. I might sound scary (RAWRR!!) but I'm not! Honest! Anyways. I guess there's not much to tell. askfsghlwiahj.v xmvsdvlsjl/. ^_^
Music obsessions:
All Time Low Flyleaf Marianas Trench Hollywood Undead Falling In Reverse Fireflight LIGHTS Art of Dying Black Veil Brides Three Day Grace Escape The Fate (Radke) My Chemical (Fucking) Romance Green Day
Lower Obsessions: A Day To Remember Billy Talent Seether Breaking Benjamin Avril Lavinge Dance Gavin Dance
Manga:
Cardcaptor Sakura Fruits Basket Full Metal Alchemist Black Butler Bleach Naruto Tegami Bachi Ultimo Loveless Wolf and Spice Death Note Chobits
How am I feeling today?:
Numb/ Encore- Jay-Z & Linkin Park
Will I get far in life?:
Emily- From First To Last
How do my friends see me?:
Raise Your Glass- P!nk
What is my best friend's theme song?:
Saint Veronika- Billy Talent
What is MY theme song?:
I'm Sorry- Flyleaf
What song describes you?:
Jesus of Suburbia- Green Day
Which song describes the mood you are in right now?:
Open Up Your Eyes- Daughtry
Which song describes the mood you are usually in?:
Heaven's Calling- Black Veil Brides
Which song describes one of your favorites things to do?:
IN MY REMAINS- Linkin Park
Which song describes something else you like to do?:
Do you guys want me to put up the lyrics a couple of songs I wrote?
The ones I've written (currently) are:
You
Monster
Vows
Prince/Princess
Two-Faced
Heroes
Reflection
Little Whore
Hey, Baby
Scream
Amnesia Part 1
You And I
Disease
Steps And Pieces
Battleground
Razorblade Requiem
Sometimes
Amnesia Part. 2
Invincible
Dreaming
Save Me
Sick
Amnesia Part. 3
Leave a comment and let me know which one you'd like me to submit, please! Feel free to give constructive criticism, if you'd like!
See ya!!
What do you have:
[x] Mother
[X] Father
[ ] Step-Father
[X] Step-Mother
[X] Step Sister
[X] Step Brother
[X] Brother
[ ] Brother In Law
[ ] Sister
[ ] Sister In Law
[x] Half sister
[] Half brother
[x] Nephew
[] Niece
[] Boyfriend/Girlfriend
[] Mobile phone
[] Own bathroom
[half] Own room
[x] Have/had a swimming pool
[x] Have/had a hot tub
[ ] Guest room
[x] Living Room
[] Own computer
[] Own TV
[x] flat TV (Only the living room one)
[] There is some big carpet at your house
Total so far: 11 and a half
[] Full size/Queen bed
[] More than 8 pairs of shoes
[x] MP3 Player/iPod
[x] PS2/3
[x] Nintendo DS or PSP
[x