|he was murdered , February 28th 2013, may he rest in peace|
abused children find love”An abused child can grow up to be anything, whether you believe this or not is irrelevant. As an abused child, maybe you think that there is nothing out there for you or feel as though you’re entitled to things when you don’t do anything for yourself other than get high and doped. Maybe you’re unhappy? Did you try fixing things for yourself? Do you get hit, constantly for anything, everything and yet nothing, the way I do...?” Her speech tumbles onto nothingness, no one cares and no one hears. She looks up and isn’t even the slightest bit surprised.abused children find love by scarytimes
She sits down, sleepy claps sound yet she knows if asked, no one would know what she had said, what her topic had been about, that she hadn’t finished. At lunch she sits with her friends, they want her to be with someone new, to stop wallowing in the past, her past, what will be her future and is her present.
Can you hear me when I’m screaming? Can you feel me when I’m bleeding? These h
hearts“Can you help me?” he whispers slowly, grabbing the hand of a shadow standing still in front of him. The shadow steps back, slipping the hand out of his grip. “Can you wake me? Can you change this, stop this… help me please?” he begs, falling down to the ground below. He wails out for someone to help him, but no one comes, only this shadow in this place he knew not. He wonders if it is too late to start believing in heroes, he guessed, we’re full of villains, maybe there might possibly be a hero? He supposed not, all he knew was this shadow, but shadow of whom or what? He notices warmth running down his chest, he places a hand on it, it comes away with blood, and he is shocked and touches it again. A hole; definitely a hole in his chest. He can fit his hand in; he does and feels around, where was his heart? He looks down and sees something beating on the ground, a vein connecting it to him. He lifts the little broken beating heart off the ground andhearts by scarytimes
|hahahahaha i know they're not great but plz have a look anyyway...|
i am me. i am a figurment of your imagonation and live solely for the purpose of THE AMITY AFFLICTION hahaha lol im not obsesed... i think haha nah there is more to me but i dont care cause it's not important.|
feel free to message me cause i'll talk to you when i get the chance, we can talk about anything BUT roleplay. sorry but i just don't understand it.
you can tell me about bad home lives or relationships or voices in your head or how great you are or how much you hate yourself just whatever you want i'll be here for you
i am a NEO-PAGAN hahaha dont tell me i'm going to hell or anything causse i've heard it all before and i don't care because that is your belief and i have my own.
i am an aspiring (suck but try anyway) artist, with art and music, i write songs and i like singing but i suck at it haha
my future job is going to be a julleroo haha na i want to train horses and have a working farm but i also like to write stories which i try but fail at posting up here i end up just posting snip bits and thats about it
i write a lot of depressing poetry but only few make it up here
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