He can handle her worst
His POV
She lies alone at night
She's afraid, he's scared
She's lonely
Who is she
She makes me think,
Who am I?
She cries at night
She stares at the moon
She cries to herself
She thinks no one is there
But I standed
Watching
I tình yêu her
Who am I
Why am I here
I don't know
All I know
Is that I tình yêu her
Who is she
I need her
She doesn't know me
So I stand and watch
Sometimes I think she feels me
There are times she smiles
And I like to think
She's imagining me
For,it's all I do about her
I don't know her name bu t
I tình yêu her som uch
She's my life
My everthing
And I can't have her
3rd Person POV
They are so in tình yêu and one ngày the boy introduces himself. THey become best Những người bạn and finally admit their tình yêu and are together. Unfortuanately they both have issues, mentally tortured and scarred. They are too afraid to be together, and decide to go back to being best friends. It kills themto be apart, but they know they can't be together. Thry go through years of
this and cope through it, but they will always tình yêu each other, even though it;s slowly killing them. They are the best kind of soulmates... the kind that let go but always love. Apart they hurt and are, truthfully, screwed up, but together they are as perfect as possible. GOD doesn't want us to hurt he made us in his image and in his eyes we are perfect, he loves us. I thnk this story/poem proves that, the boy and girl hurt but together they are perfect but too scared and scarred to be together, but always tình yêu each other, no matter what.
GOD makes a match for everyone, becuz he thinx we all need someone special even if we don't think so
She's like ran in the summer she can be bummer but no matter what I still tình yêu her. She's got a smile that puts the sun to shame and a name that rolls right off the tongue. She calls herself emo, cause she writes on herself and listens to rock and screemo. She mát, máy làm mát then any girl I know, she's a rocker chick who knows how to put on a show. And I tình yêu to see her every ngày even though bởi the end she drives me insane. She makes me laugh with her stupid jokes and her nghề viết văn always touches me deep. She's really smart and she's humble and has a great heart. But it drives me nuts cause she has low self-esteem no matter how cool she may seem.
That's all I have so far
That's all I have so far
She wishes she could escape this horrible hell called life. The constant pain, anger, sorrow, and greif. She's constantly reminded of what she wants and why she can't have it. "Every one else is happy. Where did I go wrong?" she wonders. She cries as she realizes there's no escape. Except... but would it be worth it? Always worrying, wondering, watching. Would she really? Just to escape. She's reaching her breaking point. Soon she won't put up anymore. She'll give in. Give up. Permanently escape.
She lies awake at night afraid of what haunts her dreams. She can't fall asleep even if she wants to. Too many thoughts haunting her mind. Screams echoing in the night. She feels as if she can't trust anyone. She shivers under her blanket as distorted whispers echo around her. She feels as if something, hoặc someone, is watching her. There is one that stands out among the rest. Still watching her, but she feels comforted bởi the whispers and respectful gaze. Not watching her, but watching over her. "Sleep," the voice whispers. She's comforted and does as she's told. She ignors the haunting whispers and listens only to the soft whispers of her dead brother.
She watches. She wonders. She waits. She can't do anything about it. Every một giây of every ngày ticking away like a bomb. Too scared to act until it's too late. She realizes it's hopeless. "How could I be so stupid?" she asks herself. She can't help hoping, wishing, dreaming. "All of it is useless," she tells herself. But if she lets go, what reason would there be to live? Time ticks away. She can't do anything. She wonders if it would be worth it. Even if she doesn't do anything, she'll wonder if it was the right choice. Hating herself for not doing anything. Wishing she could have done more. An endless cycle. Wishing it would stop. She hopes time will heal her. hoặc maybe, it will make it worse.
They all have their eyes on the same thing. To them, it's just a competition to see who can be the prettiest with the mst makeup. They think that will impress him. Maybe it works. Maybe it just makes them look stupid. They're like lights attracting moths. Innocent-looking at first, but turn deadly if bạn let them. Killers in pink. Turning innocent people to a life of pink, palstic, and perfume. They think it'll work. Well I refuse. No matter how many Những người bạn get turned to plastic, I will NEVER give in. We will find our own way before this world turns to one giant dollhouse.
i can hear the cracking of the walls.
ready to crumble. her world falls.
alone and desperate, she wonders, why?
taking precautions. moving things along,
there is no room for misfortune.
suddenly without warning. hope is lost.
numb with fear she realizes that it was all for nothing!
blood sweat and tears do not prevail.
who đã đưa ý kiến if bạn want something bad enough bạn can make it happen?
LOST! no one can change fate. no one can live anothers life.
NO ONE will ever know what its fucking like to be me.
always agonizing in the distressed tourture the world bullshit the world tries to shove down my throat.
my tim, trái tim is broken. my mind is warped. damaged.
nothing to lose so bring it motherfucker im always battle ready!
always on the front line, i stand strong! yet just longing for someone to understand.
ready to crumble. her world falls.
alone and desperate, she wonders, why?
taking precautions. moving things along,
there is no room for misfortune.
suddenly without warning. hope is lost.
numb with fear she realizes that it was all for nothing!
blood sweat and tears do not prevail.
who đã đưa ý kiến if bạn want something bad enough bạn can make it happen?
LOST! no one can change fate. no one can live anothers life.
NO ONE will ever know what its fucking like to be me.
always agonizing in the distressed tourture the world bullshit the world tries to shove down my throat.
my tim, trái tim is broken. my mind is warped. damaged.
nothing to lose so bring it motherfucker im always battle ready!
always on the front line, i stand strong! yet just longing for someone to understand.
