What Is There To Repair?I do not quite believe,More Like This
It is just because I'm a teen.
Not because of hormones, no,
But something deep within my soul.
I'll suddenly drop my smile,
And sit just for a while.
And think of why it's now a frown,
But I never really know quite how.
What's wrong this time?
What happened to me here?
Nothing at all, no bit of crime,
Yet I want to shed a tear.
No tears fall again tonight,
I just sit and shake.
I finally whisper a short "Alright."
And lay down for my own sake.
I can't fix myself anymore,
I don't know what there is to repair.
All I know, it chills me to the core,
And as I freeze, I can only sit and stare.
Stare at how I break away,
As I slowly let go of myself.
You can't save me after today,
And neither can anyone else.
Maybe if I tried years ago,
To put the pieces in place.
My blood wouldn't fall like snow,
as tears run down my face.
Let The Blood RainEnd itMore Like This
End the pain
Let the blood rain
Scream to everyone
That its time for you to run
Tell them of your sorrow
You know it will not be better tomorrow
Just end all the pain
Let the blood rain
This Goes Out To Everyone Who Is Giving UpThis is for the ones who want to end their life.More Like This
To finally see peace without a strife.
To find the light at the end of the dark pain.
And finally have it not be a train.
To finally face their fear and stare it in the eyes.
To tell everyone their darkest lies.
This is for everyone who wants to make friends that will never betray.
To be able to trust everyone once again.
To be able to feel as if your family has your back.
And not feel as if someone's always hunting you down, on your tracks.
To actually be able to be who and what they want to be.
Not to fail at everything they do and try.
This is for everyone who wants to actually want to live and not to die.
Who want to actually see success in their future.
Not suicide, pain, or torture.
This is for everyone who wants to get away,
Who want to get away from the pain.
This goes out to everyone who actually may be;
Feeling the same way as me.
Life is a work of art.Words- etched into skin,More Like This
like dipping pens on parchment,
exploiting crimson ink under frail paper,
painting pictures of untold stories;
the symphonies of emotion,
hidden somewhere between heart and soul.
The joys and pains of life can't be compromised to a children's picture book,
but are expressed by the colourful novels within your mind,
each brush stroke laid onto Life's canvas,
like the eternal mark you leave on Earth after death.
You hold the pencil to your future,
the instrument to your dreams.
You are the artist,
and life is your masterpiece.
papa!Englandxpapa!FrancexChild!reader Two daddy'sYou were on your own feeding spot, the hamster and watching him run around in his circle, as everyone else was tidying and grooming themselves. A couple was coming over to adopt today and it was a "big deal". Of course you wanted to have a family, but, no one wanted the kid who wasn't social or fought back when being pushed around 'their just idiot's' you thought, crossing your arm's. Spot stopped running around and looked up at you, You smiled down at the hamster "at least you like me" you said, picking up the hamster and stroking his head with a single finger, walking over to your bed. You looked around the room, clean for once, as all the girl's in the room, where sitting up straight, grinning their white teethy grin's with their perfectly done hair, All you did was brush your (length) hair, but atleast you had character damn it! You laid down on your bed and placed spot on your chest, picking up the book and continuing where you left off from. "what are you reading, love?" you hearMore Like This
Goodbye Finn.Finn.More Like This
I have to go now.
I don't want this,
But I hear the Cosmic Owl call.
That you are my brother,
Never think to doubt.
You are a buddy like no-other,
Who can make me laugh and shout.
But my voice is now stopped,
And my hand begins to shake,
But before I go to Glob,
There are amends that I must make.
I am sorry i will not be there,
To see you anymore,
To adventure without a care,
To settle distant scores,
And to be a helpful guide,
Well, the best guide I can,
And to travel at your side,
Through this strange and magic land.
A land of wonders and danger,
That holds riches for the brave,
And where every single stranger
Has another day to save.
'Cause I know that you're brave Finn.
I've seen it with my eyes.
But today bravery can't win,
No matter how hard you try.
And to that little boy inside
Who thinks he's all alone,
I Know it is a lie,
For you will always have a home.
In the pink arms of a friend,
Or the flame of another's hearth.
In the embrace of the end,
Or the warmth of a monster
Shoot Me Into The Sky.Teach me how to fly,More Like This
Fly way up high
Way up high.
Take me by the hand
And shoot me off into the sky.
Make me fall to my knees.
Make me lose my balance.
Make me question the floor being flat.
Shoot me into the sky.
Help me get to
Hold my hand
then let me go.
Lets take another hit and feel the
Like running into a brick wall
and making it to the other side.
Chest breaks through the wall,
Take another hit
and don't have a fit.
Take another hit.
Hold it in.
Lets go fly again.
A DARK VALENTINEA dark dayMore Like This
Dark as can be
As I ask
My Valentine will you be?
You say yes
And I lose my frown
Hold you hand
Digging in nails my as the blood runs down
I smile the smile of a fox with a plan
We start to walk
Into the dark little forest
Dead flowers everywhere
Placed by the ghost of a florist
A dark day this is
Supposed to be bright
But hey we're different
Kill we just might
A dark day
Valentine's day is here
And hey today
Others might just fear
Because we make it dark
When V-day starts to spark
A dark Valentine
Dark as can be
I'm just so happy
That you fell in love with me~
The Most IgnoredThe most ignored, have the most talentMore Like This
When will they realize it and finally be balanced?
They ignore us, because of out problems and our looks
They don't see how long this took
To create our masterpiece but they just see trash
They throw it away and our souls crash
Why are we, the most amazing, put aside as the worst?
Why do they wait for the most talented to be put in a hurst?
They see us as nothing, that dust in the wind
We just have to show them what we can do, we have to begin
The most ignored are in the most pain
But the most ignored also have the most creativity in the brain