While she's quivering and shaking, its his favorite sound to hear her heart breaking. Rip her apart! Tear her to pieces!! Tell everyone her deepest secrets! Let her scream, let her cry! Dont you dare try to rub the tears from her eyes. **** that, go ahead, tell her another lie! Convince her for the 10th time that this will be the last time. Deceive her! Miss treat her! She claims she loves you but you wont believe her! Rip at her core, take everything she's worth and more! Make her cry and yell till her eyes and throat are soar! He screams, "Yeah, you like that, right *****!?" She was a great student, the ideal girlfriend. Got perfect grades, all she did was cheat on him once... But she's the one that gave him aids.... He walks out side to take a breath. Tears in his eyes, gripping that paper with the results. Gripping it to death. He tries to think of the good thoughts or whats left. He goes back inside, grabs the sharpest knife he can find. Walks behind her.... And with one swift slice... He opens up her neck. She falls gasping for air, he whispers "I just thought you should know, you deserve to die slow." He pulls out his pistol, places it under his chin and smiles.

There's this matter that i want to discuss. It seems like being a young mother is cool these days but marriage still isn't completely legal for gays. What makes it right, that a 16 year old should be waking up to a crying baby at night...They're babies themselves. Something with that just isn't right. Dont get me wrong, abortion is wrong and we should abort the ability of abortion. but Why are 14 15 16 year olds even having ***....?? Should we blame the parents, should we blame society, should we blame the schools who dont give us enough education on *** and all of the bad side affects? I mean, my mother was a young mother herself and with me being the 3rd child, she had to do it all by herself. The struggles of being a mother and her oldest being a daughter her perception of life had to alter. 21 years later and my mother and sister are both considered my mother... Its a topic that doesn't get stressed but none of us would be here, if we practice safe ***. Condoms are the protection of our loves affection but most people don't get the expression. Parental discretion, while she's pushing a stroller she never learned the lesson, so her friends are going out every night while she's at home stressin. So she cries to her mother while the baby cries to his mother... hmmm the irony. Im not trying to preach... just trying to teach. So take the time to listen to me speak. 10 minutes of pleasure and 9 months of pain.. 16 and pregnant, what does that show have to gain. To let young people have babies for fame. Its such a shame. So protect yourself, educate yourself, respect yourself, and don't become a statistic to the worlds misfits.

Sitting in this dark room it gives me time to think.. Picking up the pen and writing with dark ink. Trying to let your eyes adjust to the darkest of dark its basically black.. but its actually a peaceful place. letting your ears take in what your eyes lack. The pleasant sound of someone laughing... but there is no one in this dark room, no one even near this room just the darkest of gloom... feeling as almost if the darkness is grabbing you or holding you.. A pleasant but uncomfortable hug, the feeling of 4 maybe 5 hands holding you.... But there is no one in this dark room.. Just the ticking of a clock.. a clock that has not worked for years but yet makes that familiar sound to my ears. The tick.....tock....tick.....tock its steady and heavy like the breath thats on my neck. Every hair on my body stands on end, The breath whispers "I knew we would meet again" Reaching next to me for a light of some sort and suddenly the tick tick tock of the clock stops..... Flicking the spark of a lighter and it almost blinds me. Sitting in this room for 4 hours felt like only an hour. My eyes have soaked up this darkness and taken it in. The hairs on my neck feel like they're not a part of my skin. I pick up the pen and jot down some notes.. not being able to even see what i wrote.... Suddenly i hear the sound of foot steps, maybe a woman in heals and a sweet smell of a musky perfume. But there is no one in this room, no one has ever even seen this room. Its just surrounded with the darkest of gloom. I sit and breath. The breaths are almost the sound of music with the beating rhythm of my heart. Not being able to realize if my eyes are open or closed anymore, the darkness only got darker. You see.. There's this game that i play by myself. I lose myself... Some how i regain and find myself... The question is like a cat scratching his nails on a chalk board. Who else is in this dark room? Is it just me by myself? I tell myself that there has to be someone else... I begin to sweat and my skin is crawling from my hairs standing on end... The sound of it is so clear almost like leaves blowing in the wind. Could this be the end? I ask myself again and again.You ever have the feeling, that you're standing on a huge frozen lake and suddenly the ice starts to crack and break,....beneath you. And there is no where to run to? This dark place is a never ending abyss... Im just wondering if i'll be missed. Trying to find hope in a place that doesnt exist. This place is so dark... 10 million suns shining immensely bright still couldnt give this place enough light. I scream and shout "I dont want to be here!!" My alarm breaks this barrier of silence as i roll over and rub my eyelids. A sigh of relief comes to me as i realize it was just a bad dream. As i roll back over there sits a notebook and a pen. As once again every hair stands on end. A few dark words written on the bright white paper. I'll have to wait to tell you later.

The art of seduction, no person wants to have the discussion. Simple as a touch, nibble or kiss but her broken heart, its something that we miss. Sometimes its a cold bliss. She said "The pain feels like cutting my wrist". No one can explain her pain or where it comes from, but a man, she blames its from. Now shes 4 months pregnant with an unborn son. The father, using his seduction on another one. He is neither here nor there. Now she has this weight to bare. Knowing already the unasked questions, "where is my daddy? Does he not love me?" Her mind races as she thinks of a reply.... but all she can do is cry. One week later shes waking up in a room with unbearable heart break, dizzy and confused, ****** and hurting! She pulls back the curtain.. falls to her knees and pleads. A man in white comes to her needs. Hes seen it too many times. 3 hours later she bleeds! Two open wounds on each of her wrist. who is to blame for this misery? Two beautiful lives gone and the father could only wonder what went wrong. Two years later, that same man is wondering what went wrong.

Standing cold in the shade, forever lost we all search for the suns rays. Everyone needs an escape. One girl screaming ****. These guys teaching girls, not how to love but how to hate. So the children learn nothing else but how to degrade. Honestly its a disgrace, knowing that leaving them with these negative affects is only going to be exactly what we expect. No one takes a stand and screams that its wrong... all we do is watch and play along! We all have a voice so let it be heard..... Silence! It creeps around us while the truth blinds us. Being choked up by words that were never spoken of..... Silence! As the political views are made out to seem so minuscule, they are the main cause of all the ridicule. If we spoke with more violence instead of silence then maybe we could make an alliance by shouting back with a gesture of defiance... But yet once again, Silence! So i will shout, i will scream, i will be heard by all means... I will tell the secrets of the world and let the truth unfurl, making sure that those screams are no longer coming from that girl. My voice will only die after it burns from the pain of telling every lie... Now listen...!!! Silence.

I have to get these thoughts out, put them on paper I cant save it for later!  Just the thought of being alone is something felt so strong! These thoughts, these thoughts, these thoughts, this thought.. Its battle in my mind that cant be fought. **** I just wanna scream it out!! Everyone is always in a whisper why dont we all just shout..?? Just listen to my thoughts for one minute, you couldn't understand because everything you know would be diminished, at the simple thought that my mind is something unfinished ughhh why dont u listen.. Its something your missin... Call me crazy but its only because your thoughts are hazy. I call you insane because you cant understand whats in my brain so really that would make me sane! I can spill out my thoughts like wrist bleeding from a rusty knife but you can never understand this life.. Become one with me and u'll see its right but at the end of the night, there never is any light. I hear them screaming but its whispers, screaming whispers... See things like that leave blisters! I can tell you secrets that would give you shivers, drinking away the thoughts and killing our livers. These thoughts sometimes they drive me crazy or am I going sane..... Go outside and listen to the rain, believe what u want but those drops penetrate and leave stains. Even when I try to let go, the only one there for me is my echo... Somewhere in a dark cave with just a candle lit, I talk to myself about all this ****! so while I sit there and I sit, a cool breeze blows by and that candle is no longer lit. That breeze, was the echo of my thoughts on this ****.