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Some Dreams Are RealI closed my eyes and went to sleep,
I dreamed of people I can't keep.
I dreamed of smiles that can't last,
I dreamed of pain from in my past.
I dreamed of friends that walk away,
I dreamed of nights and never day.
I dreamed of pain, it's all I feel.
And then I realized, my dream was real…
Only Takes OneIt only took a single cut.
One slit upon her skin.
That one tiny little cut,
Shows the pain that she was in.
I hold her tiny hand in mine,
As tears escape my eyes.
Why didnt I just listen?
To her desperate little cries?
I look at her in agony.
I re-read the note she wrote.
All it took was one small cut,
To open her small throat.
I try to stop the bleeding,
But it's too late, she's dead.
I start to read the note once more,
This is what she said:
"Dear family and dear friends,
Life is too hard for me.
It only takes one single cut,
To set my spirit free.
"With a heavy heart I state-
That this is my final day.
I will miss you all so much,
That is all I wish to say."
My dearest friend is dead.
Her life on Earth is done.
I cant believe that she is gone,
And all it took was one.
A Poet's Secret (Gay Rights Poem - True Story)I love the feeling of the pen on the paper,
As I slide it to write out a tale.
Spilling my heart in the form of black ink;
In writing I never will fail.
I love the stories inside of my head,
So full of hope and peace.
Writing is marvelous, it is simply grand,
It lets all my emotions release.
One day I decided I will no longer hide,
I'll let all my fans know I'm gay.
So I did, I came out; I told the world!
But I regret the words I did say...
I was arrested, thrown in a jail;
Then I was put on death row.
One day I'm brought out, with two others like me,
And then guns all started to blow.
Two metal bullets were shot right at me,
Both of them went in my rear.
The officer said, "I shot this grand poet,
Simply for being a queer!"
I was once a grand poet, I was the best!
I was becoming famous quite fast!
But my dreams were cut short since I was gay,
And my wonderful life didn't last.
I love the feeling of the pen on the paper,
As I slide it to write out a tale.
Spilling my heart in the form o
To HellI cut my wrists so I can die,
I drag the blade and start to cry.
I watch my blood as it falls,
I feel my mind as it crawls.
My heart pounds, I don't feel well;
I feel my soul slip into hell.
Down towards the fire I will fall.
The mocking voices, I hear them all.
The voices are inside my mind,
Screaming, "Leave this world behind!"
I fall deep into an abyss.
Has my life really come to this?
I hear chuckles, screams and cries;
As my weak soul slowly dies.
I am horrid, a shame to all.
I deserve to take this fall.
When I hit Hell, will no one care?
I guess I'll know when I get there…
When I hit Hell, will I survive?
I'll find out when I arrive…
To Hell I fall, for each mistake...
To Hell I fall, where all hearts ache...
To Hell I fall, for being bad...
To Hell I fall, where all remain sad…
Things Get Better!"Things get better." You say to me,
With tears filling up your eye.
I look at you and weakly say,
"You just don't understand why."
"All the people I know and love,
They just throw their lives away!
They force pain into their lives,
Each and everyday!"
"Slowly with each passing minute,
They drink and smoke and worse:
They kill themselves slowly, in pain;
It's like some sort of curse!"
"They don't know how I feel,
When they drink and smoke and cry!
They don't listen to my pleads,
They would rather just go die!"
"So why should I have to suffer,
When it's their mistake, not mine!?
So go away my dearest friend,
I will be just fine!"
"I will make the people I care for,
They will see just how I feel,
When they're holding my limb hand!"
"When my light goes out, they'll see;
They will understand, at last.
Then maybe they will stop the pain,
And put they're addiction in the past!"
You look at me, still crying;
You grab my hands and plead.
You beg for me, "please don't do this
The Beast Will Kill MeAll these emotions, feelings
Are trying to break free
I try to keep the beast at bay
But it's getting hard for me
I can feel a fire burning
Deep inside my heart
And slowly, every second
It is tearing me apart
The pain is getting greater
To much to sustain
I feel like screaming, crying
This is driving me insane
These feelings, they are winning
They are eating me alive
And it is getting oh so hard
For me to just survive
These secrets, and these stories
That I have deep inside my head
Is going to be the death of me
Is going to make me dead
I tried to cut the pain away
I cut so very deep
I tried to take so many pills
But I woke up from my sleep
I tried everything, I did
But my life, it just wont end
I am forced to live each day
With no family, not one friend!
I hate being all alone
I hate holding in these tears
I hate living my life
For all painful years
It will not get better
You all lied to me!
And the beast is growing stronger
And soon, it will break free
And when that day arrives
Don't CryI want to cut it out,
Cause new damage to my skin.
I want to see my other half,
See the pain I hold within.
I trusted you to help me,
I trusted you to care.
And everytime I need you most,
You are never there!
Well, I hope you're happy.
For today my life is done.
I'm glad that I have met you,
This short time has been real fun.
I know you do not love me,
So I press the blade against my wrist,
I just want to make you happy;
Even if I can't exist.
I grab the rusty blade,
And slice right to the bone.
The reason for me doing so,
Is that you left me all alone.
You walked away from me,
Knowing I was gonna die.
You saw me with my knife,
Why did you leave? Just why?
Now I am forever bleeding,
I see you walk back through the door.
"I'm sorry my dear friend,
I couldn't take it anymore."
You apologise and hold me,
I whisper, "Please don't cry.
I know you're only faking,
I just need to bleed and die."
You yell, "I am so sorry!
Is there something I can do?"
I whisper, "No one can save me.
No one, not
All I NeedThe light is getting dimmer,
My body's getting weak,
I'm dying, and I'm lonely
And I feel like such a freak.
Everybody leaves me,
They all left me here to die,
They all left me in the cold,
They left me alone to cry.
Did I do something wrong?
I do not understand.
All I really need right now,
Is just a gentle hand.
I need someone to help me
Get out of this dark place.
I need someone to trust me
And not say I'm a disgrace
I need a friend forever
A friend who will always stay
A friend to bring me back the light
And never walk away....
Love Like a TreeDon't ever fall in love my friends,
You'll see it doesn't pay.
Only grow in love, you see;
It's just the safest way.
If you decide to fall in love,
And no one's there to catch you-
You'll end up broken, hurt, in pain
You wont know what to do.
You'll end up shattered, lost and weak;
Crying on the ground.
You'll end up sad, confused and dying,
With no body around.
Now now my friends cheer up, you see,
There is another way.
You must let your heart grow in love,
And let the love grow everyday.
Like a tree, it will keep growing;
It will get stronger with each day.
So don't you fall, for falling hurts;
There is better way.
Falling hurts and makes you weak,
Growing will make you stronger!
So go and plant that seed of love,
Don't let yourself wait longer!
DeceptionYour words drip honeyed lies
The sickly sweetness of rancid sugar
colors every thought
You always know what to say
Your words come oily smooth
cloying with decay
rotten from the seed
There's honeyed poison in your mouth
And it's time to eat your words
How You Sleep.Such sorrow
is still a day away
Rest your head
Then fill with dread
for sleep won't come your way
Toss and turn
while your eyes burn
with visions of the past
Then you blink
because you think
tonight could be your last
You are sure
that is your cure
Embracement of the end
To cease strife
It is your life
which you must not defend.
Dick Grayson x Catgirl reader - cause I love youDick Grayson x Catgirl reader -cause I love you
My name is [name] Kyle, and Selina Kyle, a.k.a Cat woman is my aunt and she took me in when both of my parents died.
So I live with her and sometimes help her steal some stuff. She said she doesn't want me to steal often like her because I would get caught.
One night when Aunt Selina was gone to steal something. I was home making my own outfit. ''Meow,'' Isis her cat said as he came and I patted his fur.
''All done,'' I said and was on it. I had a mask cover my eyes and my [c/h] was in a ponytail and I grabbed my gloves that have claws and a whip too.
''I'm going out Isis,'' I said and got out. ''Meow,'' he said. I smiled and went out.
I then got to a building and saw Aunt Selina fighting Batman and Robin. I grinned and jump to the building.
I grabbed my whip and my whip grabbed Robin's leg and I pull it and he fell down. ''Ow...who are you,'' Robin asked and look at me.
illusion I thought I saw you yesterday
and I wondered
if this whole year had been a bad dream
or a cruel joke
Then he turned
and I looked full on into a face
that wasn't yours
and felt truth hit
empty and hollow and hard
the way a lie
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
~. Sebastian-x-Ciel - Birthday Present .~
Ciel was sitting on his bed, he didn't get why Sebastian would want him to just sit here. The demon couldn't care anything about today, could he? It was his birthday, though he wasn't happy about it. Since..His parents had died on his birthday.. He bared his teeth in pain, trying to push out the though. Though he couldn't.
It doesn't matter how much he tried not to think about it, his birthday makes him think about it over and over. Suddenly Sebastian walked him, making him jump slightly. The demon shut the door behind him, locking it suddenly.
"..Why did you l--" The earl was interrupted by Sebastian suddenly pinning him to the bed, he gasped out in surprise, staring up at him with shock. "S-Sebastian?!" He stammered, a crimson blush on his face. "W-What are you?" Sebastian leaned over to whispered in his ear, his hot breath on his ear made the boy blush more.
"This is simply your birthday present, my lord~" He purred, suddenly nibbling on his ear. Ciel let out a 'nn' noise as the but
Sebastian x reader PrologueSebastian x reader
You squint your eyes to the bright light. Your naked body that was covered by a thin white blanket was strapped to a table and you turn your head to the side to see a fuzzy black figure. You were 10 years old. You were scared of what is going to happen. A hand then rubs on your [h/l] [h/c] colored hair. "It's alright [Y/n]. Just close your eyes and take deep breaths and it will be over in no time." You shook your head showing that you understood. You closed your eyes. "I'm ready daddy." You said in a calm husky voice. He then holds up a needle and slowly puts the needle into your arm and inserted the fluid/ At first you were fine but a few seconds later your eyes bulge open and let out a blood hurling scream. Then a body who looked like he was 18 slammed the door open. What's going on?" He yells. His eyes widen to see blood. He looked to you to see you were covered in it. You then slowly turned your head to look at him. "[Y/n] what did
Little BrotherLittle Brother
"Consider yourself lucky, Regashi. I'm in a fairly good mood, so I'll make this quick."
"No! What's wrong with- AAAGH!"
Itachi Uchiha brought his sword down hard, deep into Regashi's chest. He could tell he hit his heart by the slight resistance he felt before hitting the cold wood floor below the man. Satisfied with his work, he withdrew the sword from his body so accurately and smoothly that not a single drop of blood was on the shining blade. Glancing one last time at the most recently fallen Uchiha, Itachi stormed out the door of the house and started back home, walking swiftly.
As he got closer to home, he became more and more depressed, his heart filled with strange dread. But he couldn't figure out why. Whatever it was, it was killing him.
Now Itachi could see his house. It felt like time was slowing, for the dread pooling in his heart and coating the air must've been slowing him down. All he wanted to d
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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