AndLoveSaidNo446

Its rather a morose feeling, that feeling you get when you know your about to die. when your lying there in that pool of blood, hanging off the 3 inch sidewalk with holes in your chest, while everybody is watching as you stare at the world as a whole. realizing that no one will care 3 years from now. remembering all those feelings and memories that kept you going for all those years. those people you cared for and "loved". you gave it all to them. and got nothing in return. but thats ok because you didn't expect anything back. you recall your parents. the drunk dispondant mother that didn't even remember your name. the work absorbed father wh

no, more or less thought it was of another breakdown... just worried that i wont be there for you if it happens again... that was really the only motivation i had to go to school, i was worried that the day i didn't show, may be your worst. it still hurts me to remember your posture, the way you held yourself. I know it seems petty, but i want to be there for you, and i want to take care of you. I truly regret moving back. there are no real friends of mine here. just figures in the crowd of emotionless corps'. I want to move back. get away from my dreaded family, my hauntings, my "friends" that had forgotten my laugh, and have yet to hear it

HOW THE HELL DID I GET THIS WAY? I don't understand how this cadaver that I seem to be possessing has grown so hollow and so cold yet again. You healed me! Didn't you? You cut my wings and caught me when I fell. Didn't you? There is no taking back what I did, and I personally don't regret it! Everyone wants me to feel pain for the way I am, For being the person I am! But I have no intention of giving them what they want. There is no sorrow in my heart for such insolent beings of Sociological Conspiracy! I need to feel real again, make this cadaver's lines beep on the machine attached. I need to just get done with this, and move on t