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Christin Dec 2013
It's 3:04 and she pulls out her headphones. The silence floods into her brain, bringing with it the voices of the past, the thoughts of suicide, the feeling of emptiness, the lack of will to carry on, and the evil demons she must battle. It's 3:04 and she pulls out her headphones and reality engulfs her mind like a natural disaster. It's 3:05 and she puts her headphones back in. Another sleepless night.
Christin Dec 2013
She's surrounded herself with misfit toys. And somewhere between the fights, the make ups, the comforting, and the listening... she found that she had become one too.
Christin Dec 2013
We are a rare breed with a peculiar disease.
Christin Dec 2013
I just wish there was something to look forward to from here. When we were little we were promised endless fun at parties, sneaking out, relationships, and best friends that you can tell everything to. Now that we're teenagers, we do endless studying, mountains of homework, and deal with relentless drama. We're now promised bills that could put you in debt, work every day, and lots of responsibilities. So what's there to motivate you to keep going on with life?
Christin Dec 2013
What you're feeling is not love.
It is love  extract.
He extracts the kind words and the romantic actions.
Leaves the rest behind.
The rest is the passion, the caring, the trusting, the genuine loving.
The rest is the love.
What you are feeling is not love.
It is love extract.
You cannot see because he also extracts the hypnotic part.
You are hypnotized by these things.
These promises, gestures, words.
The part that any human can do.
What you are feeling is not love.
It is love extract.
Christin Dec 2013
You could have the whole world and still not be happy. Because it's not about the material items and the possessions; it's about what goes on inside your brain when no one is there to stop the thoughts from overpowering.
Christin Dec 2013
Everyone has a self destruct button.

Some will never know their own. Some will live

In fear. Some mask it, being a glutton.

However, the most I know will relive

The night it happened. A time of weakness

When they pushed it and drove themselves insane.

Each story has a certain uniqueness.

But please, I beg of you, try to abstain

From acting upon the thoughts inside that

Evil brain. Stop forming your fingers in

To guns, instead of that take a look at

The good things in your life that make you grin.

Because you see, everyone has at least one

Good thing that can make them put down the gun.
My first sonnet.

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