ThoughtsI'm so sick of not being perfectThoughts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sick of hurting people
I'm tired of doing nothing right
I'm tired of holding back
Let me scream
Let me lash out
Let me show you the other side of me
And try telling me you still know me
Everything confined inside
It builds until I almost burst
My eyes grow heavy
My fingers claw at my arms
Tear out my hair
Twitch for the blade
I hold back
But I can only hold so much
Then I do it again
I screw up
And I fall again
Self-loathing is almost a comfort
I often wonder why
Why am I this way
Why am I messed up
Answers won't be found
I'm sick of hating myself
I'm sick of hiding it too
I'm just tired of the pain
I'm tired of taking it out on myself
Let me hide in the dark
Let me face it once again
Only through self-destruction
Can I build the true me
I wish I wasn't this way
I wish I knew how to stop it
But it's there
I only hope you still accept me
I find comfort in one
Who's eyes aren't blind through my self-hatred
For One Night OnlyTick tockFor One Night Only6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Left Behind - Shino X TenTen -"Tenten, you are too injured. You must stay in the village and rest."Left Behind - Shino X TenTen -5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Enough! Your youthful enthusiasm is awe inspiring. But as your beloved sensei, I cannot allow you join us on our missions!"
That was how I found myself stuck in the village while my sensei and team mates went off on mission after mission. I was so angry. They had no faith in my abilities whatsoever. And why should they? Neji was from the powerful Hyuuga clan. Lee had no skills in ninjutsu but excelled in hand to hand. And what could I do? Throw pointy things.
Nothing like a near death experience and bed rest to kill your mood. Well, I wasn't going to stand for this. I wouldn't spend the next 3 weeks of my life in bed moping. I may have been injured but I wasn't dead.
I eyed the crutches at the end of my bed and slowly shifted myself up into a sitting position. It was painful to move. Stitches, pulled muscles and bruised skin added to my agitation. I finally managed to support myself with the crutch
Piss off, PotterChapter 1: Pick Up LinesPiss off, Potter8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Lily walked away from James Potter for the fifteenth time that day.
Hey aren't you forgetting something?
Right. Petrificus Totalus! Toodles!
Did it hurt?
Did what hurt?
When you fell out of heaven?
Did it hurt?
When you fell on your head and crushed it.
Excuse me, but I think I dropped something!!!
Shut it or it's be cracked instead of dropped.
I must be lost. I thought paradise was further south.
I must be lost. I thought hell was further under.
If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put U and I together.
If I could rearrange your brain, I'd put shut and up together.
If I followed you home, would you keep me?
If you followed me home, Azkaban would be sure to welcome another prisoner in.
Wouldn't we look cute on a wedding cake together?
Wouldn't you look cute in your coffin?
You're like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life!
You're like a cigarette. Addictive but evil and harmful.
So you DO like me!
Not talking about me, (p
The Boy I LoveGrow up, Luca, I told myself for the nth time. He'll never like you. Not like that.The Boy I Love5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sighed. It was true. Yusei Fudo was never going to like me.
Cobalt eyes struck my heart, smashing it into a million pieces. It's what love does.
But look at him. He never smiles around anyone but me and my twin brother Lua. It may seem like a good thing, but it makes me feel more adolescent than ever. He smiles just because we're children; because we've barely started understanding any of this roller coaster that we've boarded. It's to make us feel safer, more secure. But it makes me feel more uncomfortable around him than I already am. I blushed. Hard.
A smirk escaped his lips. Great. Kill me even more, why don't you?
I want to tell him how I feel. How much I like him. But he'd laugh it off. I'm only a child, after all. I'd then be nothing but a joke to him. The small dignity I had left would be gone, crushed, broken. I wouldn't risk it.
Oh, joy, he was walking over. This would really make my day. I