So many answers......
QuestionableSent my university application off today.
Things will get better.
They have to.
HelpHelp! I shout out, to you, to him, to her, to anyone. No response, silence as usual. Just the wicked look upon your face as you pull and tear atHelp
the tiny threads holding together my life.
Help I try to shout out, but no breath passes lips. You did this to me. I could be free, I could be happy. Why? Why are you all the same?
Help My head screams, but no words form in my mouth. They're already dead, lifeless and empty. I clasp at seams floating in front of me,
trying to piece together what's left.
Help! I whisper, hoping you he
Thoughts of a teenage childHow can you tell them? All those who believe in you. All those who look up to you. All those who come to you with their deepest darkest secrets and seek help. How do you tell them “go away I have my own demons.”Thoughts of a teenage child
But you can’t ...........
So you listen and talk, letting soothing words roll off your tongue lifting the weight on a friends heart while yours only grows heavier. Sometimes I stop myself. Just for a moment. My hand drifts slowly towards the phone, but the closer it gets the more the demons twist your thoughts.
“THEY wont understand”
“THEY wont help”
Chapter 1 A little less hopeA little less hopeChapter 1 A little less hope
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Droplets fell from the overcast sky. The leak was getting worse, starting only as a bit of falling mortar now to a crack the size of a pencil. Remembering and watching little things like this was one of the only ways to pass the time. Time which to me seemed never ending, an eternity, but i knew it had only been 2 years 37 days and 4 hours. Little things like counting.
Now your probably wondering by now, what does all this mean, who am I, and what the hell , maybe even is he out of his mind? Well the answers are simple, I’m Ryu, I’m in prison
My Summer HolidayThe atmosphere in school was electric. The end of a school year, the beginning of the holidays. Everyone said their goodbyes, as though they wouldn’t see each other for years. No doubt they’d talk to the exact person on msn that night or see each other at the shops and so on. But the final day ended quickly and we were sent home with a smile on our face. The days soon lost all meaning. Routines, the people you met, and what you did all become so repetitive after the first couple of weeks. It was great to start with so much fun; no homework; no one to tell you no; you could just have a good time but as said before it all became monotonous. &nbMy Summer Holiday
Break the routineBored of the constant routine, missing the times of being pre-teen The simple life, the strife that never exists Never taking such strides, never like thisBreak the routine
Turn back time and re-live it again &
The planWhat was meant to happenThe plan
He will hopelessly chase after her But he wont ever give up, even though he knows, it wont happen And she will think its hilarious & She wont be off being all fake Catholic She'll be here, with us, shouting 'BLEEDIN' SCRUBBERS' in her unexpected broad accent
She'll go through a lot of relationships, but she'll be ok with it And those two will be together forever, like they should
I'll find some cute boy And i'll ~dazzle~ him with my fabulousness
She'll come along, on occasion To let us know shes alive, sadly &nbs
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Everything that matters
breaks in two
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Everything that matters
breaks in two
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