Akise and Yuki come togetherWhen Yuno was pinned down underneath Akise Aru he knew there was no going back. Even when she asked him with her wide open psycho eyes what Yuki would think about him if he didn’t save her, he understood there was no other way. Yukiteru-kun could hate him. Despise him forever. Never even look at him again but if Akise didn't let Yuno, that insane bitch, die his beloved Yuki could be the one to do that instead. Though letting her die wasn’t something to be enjoyed and he’d probably feel guilty about it afterwards.Akise and Yuki come together2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A puddle of blood surrounded him and Gasai Yuno, it was flooding out of the wound she had made herself. Akise stood up, he was feeling slightly shaky. It wasn't like he was going to kill her with his own hands but he could as well have done so because she was going to bleed to death at this rate anyway and he wouldn’t help her. Yuno was looking pale all of a sudden. The smile of triumph she previously had worn had faded away. It didn't seem like she had
You can't live without eatingI don't know why it happened to me really. I don't know how many times I've asked myself that question. Why me? I remember how it all started. It was long before I got diagnosed actually. I had been depressed for a long time already. Then it just hit me. What if I'd try to change something with myself to get rid of this misery? I pretty much wanted to die anyway.You can't live without eating2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That's when I first started exercising. I've always loved dancing and I could do that simple math they've all told us, the medias, school, parents If you burn more than you take in you'll lose weight. I had plenty of time at first since it was summer after all. I danced and danced and started to say no to sweets once in a while. I still ate them though, to reward myself. I didn't have any problems with food yet. But the dancing I used to love so much became a torture. At least 30 minutes a day I worked out. I had no interest in breakfast and had a fruit instead.
My hard work paid of though. People told me I looked good a
STOP ITStop saying that you'd rather die.STOP IT3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stop hiding behind a veil of lies.
Stop telling yourself you're not good enough.
Stop running away when things get rough.
Stop making excuses so you don't have to try.
Stop writing words that make you cry.
Stop threatening to cut yourself.
Stop refusing to ask for help.
Stop believing he was the only one.
Stop thinking your life is over and done.
I know it's hard, but someday you'll realize
There's a good life ahead of you Just open your eyes.
Who are you?Why should I believe that I don't see?Who are you?11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why should I care if you don't agree with me?
Why should I accept things I don't like?
Why should I love everything you do?
Why can't I believe in what I don't see?
Why can't I care for what you say?
Why can't I accept things that we can't agree?
Why can;t I love the things that goes between us?
I chose to believe what I don't see.
Not because I'm an idiot,
Because I want to put faith into something,
other then myself.
Why should I care what you have to say if you don't care for me?
But I chose to care even if I don't want to.
Why can't you accept that not everyone is like you!
Who cares if people don't like a certain thing?
Who cares if one is fat or one is thin?
Who cares if one is a homophobic or one that supports?
Who cares if one is happy or sad?
Who gives? Who cares? Who are you in my life?
Who cares! We're all are human,
and we see different perspectives.
Sooner or later your going to find
someone you hate,
and I w
Where the Heart isI want to go home.Where the Heart is11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because home is not the house I live in.
this room where I spread my possessions
this bed I try to sleep on.
Home is safer than doors with deadbolts,
than terror at the shadows that creep up the stairs
and noise that no one else hears.
Home doesn't feel like fragmented moments of love and happiness
crossed out with desperation and clenched fists.
Home is not a state of purgatory;
waiting to for things to right themselves while we suffer quietly.
I don't want to live here anymore.
I want to go home.
All AloneIt's darkAll Alone11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't see
for me to be
I'm all alone
no one cares
I don't know
who I am
Who am I,
cuz I don't know
not that I care
asked about that
sorry for the lies
forgive me if
cuz I'm not sure
how longer I can cry
and not want
DisorderSometimes my little brother will bite the skin on his fingersDisorder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as he always do
it's a sort of tix I suppose
and as everyone else I'll tell him
"Don't bite your fingers"
he'll growl at me
like everytime I say that
and stop for a while but then he'll start again
I just have to look at him really
he understands and whine a bit
"You stop having Anorexia"
he's said once or twice before
I'll laugh and he too
but my smile fades quickly
if it only was that easy.
Body SnatcherI wear this body like it's me, but its not.Body Snatcher11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My skin is merely a coat trying to keep in the warmth.
I'm a pale naked thing on the inside.
I'm just a ghost pretending to be a girl;
these limbs binding me so I don't float away.