The burning fire rises within my chest and makes me want to scream; at both everything you took from me and all you left me with – they are two extremes. You took away my innocence, purity, my entire childhood, broke me into pieces and took as much of me as you could. Now I am left powerless in a pit of despair, and I don’t feel alive, completely immersed in a lake of despondency, I can barely survive.
She lived inside of her mind where she perfected the skills of witchcraft and creating potions considering it was much more extravagant
...Than living in the outside world
Battling the ordinary feeling no emotion.
Do not judge what you can not understand committing sins and becoming her demons was not part of what she had planned.
If you had paid a visit to the dark side of her moon you would have met the men who ****** away her soul performing satanic rituals It is no wonder why she sat in her room fighting with illusionary visuals.
She understood the ways in which she had broken trust & why you might had given up understanding each layer of her s c a t t e r e d stardust.
She was selfish and impulsive for her own desire to explore she was sick for dancing at the expense of others feelings
that night started out with a stolen kiss in his pick-up truck ended with me clawing at a seat and screaming at a reflection that was faking actions and sighing into her heart and soul listening to a voice that said
"He doesn't love you,"
as I began to sink into a leather sea and dreamed of becoming a part of the upholstery the only thing that has ever held me gently
Two halves make a whole Two hearts join to become one soul Two eyes that see one truth We see different skies but take comfort in the same moon We promised to never leave the other alone, that the love would not be gone too soon Rejoicing in the moments from heaven, Comforting each other when hell breaks loose. Together through each others mountains and rivers.
Forbidden lust, forbidden love Two souls that are forced apart Two that yearn the others heart Accepting each others flaws One boy that’s far away from home, One girl that’s questioning her own
But half a heart is better than none cause it can always be completed by the chosen one, But half a heart is like half a sun Would it still be as bright as the full one? Would the love be the same knowing that the other is not as strong Why must these two hearts fight what’s in their souls This burning desire This passion they hold Why must they put the flame out and become cold Why waste away the hearts of others when they know the real future is with each other Why not combine their hearts to become whole, to become one soul.
But having half of anything is like having half of nothing at all It’s settling for half the love Yet it could be more Having half of love must be impossible, must be wrong -The world is only existent because of wholes One half cannot love for both One half cannot fathom growth. So why not have two halves of a heart Two broken souls Let the shattered remains of the other halves be the glue that makes these two people’s love whole Because why face the world as half a person When facing it as a whole is already near to the impossible
Two halves of a heart make a whole Two hearts join to become one soul But these two halves will never join These two people will face the world alone- together, but lonely, like two sides of a coin Not knowing the existence of humanity is dependent on whether they choose to love each other or choose to let it go. The existence of humanity is dependent on all our lost souls.
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2 am is the hardest when your mind is racing your heart is hurting and your fingertips are longing for one more touch, grab, feel, hold. so you convince yourself that your hands are his and you try to make yourself feel how he made you feel but somehow, you keep coming up short
It still hurts and the love is still very much real
i dont think you understand there a demonic side to me he lurks beneath the surface just waiting to break free i no longer trust myself in making these decisions these illusions call me out shot me down with precision and they're a perfect marksmen shots only made by the best and i'm hiding within myself afraid of all the rest tho this should make no sense these shadows are my own the perfect marksmen are false images my mind has grown yet here they stand and somehow so real seeing them spun me around i dont know what to feel i keep telling myself everyone has this pain but im faking this smile and its really starting to wane i force it till its back thankful for all this strength made from pain hiding in the darkness
Friend wrote this , not really sure if I know him anymore..