When we were young we fell in love. So obviously we started dating HE was my mate, so when HE became alpha of the pack, I was happy; HE was alpha and I was beta. One day another beta came to town and HE "fell in love" but I got out I found my REAL pack and I was ALPHA and then a new mate came and loved me well then HE came back and tried to **** him and me. Well, HE's dead so HE got the short end of the stick

Her heart is sweet.
My heart is spicey.
Her love is beautiful.
My love is ugly.
Her smile is dainty.
My smile is disgusting.
Her heart is my heart

When thinking of fears or phobias you might think...drowning...the dark...driving...etc. But, some peoples phobias are different; as they are fearing true love or medications. As mine is oblivion, the meaning is I want to carry a legacy as nobody really knows the REAL definition. Some people want money, fame, girls/boys, the world as for me... I just want somebody to know my name, or to hear my stories or as to love me for me. Well, the truth about this is anyone can reach oblivion so why is it my phobia? Well, I know I'm nothing to be dwelled on or cried on. Well, maybe someone will but, will my friends stay with me until the end? WHO KNOWS but I want to be known as someone who helped others to be known; then to be known myself. So I guess I don't want to be known or to be seen but one thing I do want is TRUE LOVE. So, whats your fear? Well, mine is oblivion as for I don't want to be known. Do you want to be above oblivion? Because I don't it's selfish and so known.

What happens on Halloween night stays a secret...
What if you get ***** by your boyfriend?
What if you get beaten by your husband?
What if you see a ******?
What if someone watches you change?
What if?
What IF?
WHAT if?
WHAT IF?
Well, nobody tells their ***** little creepy secrets...

She got told a girl hated her
She was told just to **** herself
She was growing into a depressed teenager
She was a ticking clock
She was near her limit
She went tic-toc tic-toc
Until one day she ran a knife down her arm
and bled to death on her schools' floor
Dying slowly was her only way to go
She knew it was the only way to die

You saw him...
You liked him...
You wanted him...
You needed him...
You asked him...
You got him...
He broke you...
He wanted you back...
He got you again...
You married him...
Had kids with him...
You despies him...
You hate him...
You **** him...

You see her...
You watch her...
You talk to her...
You laugh with her...
You like her...
You ask her...
You love her...
You date her...
You ask her...
You fight with her...
You lose her...
You lost her...
You get her...
You marry her...
You spend time with her...
You love her...
Her.
Her.
HER.
HER...