I sit at the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ میز, جدول with my coffee and nook.
Sipping the sweet کڑوا, تلخ substance and I turn page after page.
I hear a drip, drop and patter outside
The stormy sky cries icy drips of rain.
I turn around and fix my eyes on the pooling puddles.
My chest aches and I try to breathe in the sweet scent.
The glass door open and the screen closed.
A gust of chilling air sweeps in and chills me to the the center of my dance induced aching bones.
I close my eyes and think of my love.
So far but so close.
I miss him.
My chest tingles and heats with the sudden thought of him
And I've never felt مزید alone.
Sipping the sweet کڑوا, تلخ substance and I turn page after page.
I hear a drip, drop and patter outside
The stormy sky cries icy drips of rain.
I turn around and fix my eyes on the pooling puddles.
My chest aches and I try to breathe in the sweet scent.
The glass door open and the screen closed.
A gust of chilling air sweeps in and chills me to the the center of my dance induced aching bones.
I close my eyes and think of my love.
So far but so close.
I miss him.
My chest tingles and heats with the sudden thought of him
And I've never felt مزید alone.
Dear Jacob,
We haven't talked so your probably won't care.......It was hard for me to tell this so thats why im shaking on the inside.I just cant ........anymore im not going to unfan you,or hurt آپ because i'll be hurt too.Im just not going to talk to آپ anymore.Its not آپ .........its just me a things.....again your probably dont care because your very happy right now.......im mean like i'll still be on here.......just not talking to you......Anways, i had a lot of great times with آپ through our friendship but its all ended.Im sorry......hate me all آپ want i'll understand.......
have fun with life
Your Former Friend,
Tatyana
We haven't talked so your probably won't care.......It was hard for me to tell this so thats why im shaking on the inside.I just cant ........anymore im not going to unfan you,or hurt آپ because i'll be hurt too.Im just not going to talk to آپ anymore.Its not آپ .........its just me a things.....again your probably dont care because your very happy right now.......im mean like i'll still be on here.......just not talking to you......Anways, i had a lot of great times with آپ through our friendship but its all ended.Im sorry......hate me all آپ want i'll understand.......
have fun with life
Your Former Friend,
Tatyana
My tears fall,
Down onto the desk.
Jumping with sobs,
And shaking with shudders.
People ask if I'm okay,
I don't know, am I?
Wishing to slice,
As I sit through my classes.
Another visit to the hospital,
Just what I need.
My chest aches, breaks
And my دل shatters.
Nelly Is back.
Seeking to ruin me,
Again.
He was mine,
But now I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!
Connor may have been in control,
But he's apart of Jacob,
He is jacob!
My teacher taps on my desk,
And slides me her notes.
Spacing out again, I guess.
Drowning in my algebra 3.
My mind fixes into it and the paper is finished.
The گھنٹی, بیل rings and I'm off to English.
Thanks for screwing me over Nelly.
Do I have to say it?
Alright.
Fuck آپ Nelly,
And thanks for screwing me over,
AGAIN!!!!
Down onto the desk.
Jumping with sobs,
And shaking with shudders.
People ask if I'm okay,
I don't know, am I?
Wishing to slice,
As I sit through my classes.
Another visit to the hospital,
Just what I need.
My chest aches, breaks
And my دل shatters.
Nelly Is back.
Seeking to ruin me,
Again.
He was mine,
But now I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!
Connor may have been in control,
But he's apart of Jacob,
He is jacob!
My teacher taps on my desk,
And slides me her notes.
Spacing out again, I guess.
Drowning in my algebra 3.
My mind fixes into it and the paper is finished.
The گھنٹی, بیل rings and I'm off to English.
Thanks for screwing me over Nelly.
Do I have to say it?
Alright.
Fuck آپ Nelly,
And thanks for screwing me over,
AGAIN!!!!
Im no longer me when im hurt,when i want آپ to be there your just sitting there while i have a gun on my بستر ready to end my life. I feel like the devil has taken over me when i hurt آپ but when i let go i break down into cries wondering why i just hurt you.
Im no longer me when im sleep i have nightmares of me hurting innocent humans.I wake up and i think of the evil thing that has taken over me.Im saying help me help me but its like آپ dont hear me.Im so loud but آپ dont listen because im evil.
Im no longer me when im sleep i have nightmares of me hurting innocent humans.I wake up and i think of the evil thing that has taken over me.Im saying help me help me but its like آپ dont hear me.Im so loud but آپ dont listen because im evil.
I scream at things that aren't there
Jumping at shadows that belong to disembodied souls.
They call me freak
They call me names
Telling me everything.
I'm not the same.
Crawling in a corner where their sharpened claws can't touch my internal instincts.
They call to me, asking for help
Hurting me.
Scratching my limbs and bruising my legs
Waking up in my slumber.
Talking and talking they take a number.
I yell "go away" but it only gets worse.
Pulling my hair, shoving me down the stairs.
Taking my source, my only life force.
I scream at them.
Slowly going insane.
As I await my white padded cell.
Laughing as my eyes roll back.
They whisper and shout.
While I cower and scream.
Scratches and bruises, but who's to blame...
Watching the days stretch on as they play their games.
Jumping at shadows that belong to disembodied souls.
They call me freak
They call me names
Telling me everything.
I'm not the same.
Crawling in a corner where their sharpened claws can't touch my internal instincts.
They call to me, asking for help
Hurting me.
Scratching my limbs and bruising my legs
Waking up in my slumber.
Talking and talking they take a number.
I yell "go away" but it only gets worse.
Pulling my hair, shoving me down the stairs.
Taking my source, my only life force.
I scream at them.
Slowly going insane.
As I await my white padded cell.
Laughing as my eyes roll back.
They whisper and shout.
While I cower and scream.
Scratches and bruises, but who's to blame...
Watching the days stretch on as they play their games.