I don't know if finding someone
is an option for me.
Like the bull in a china shop
I was meant to be
with no one.
Because I break them,
others' beautiful core -
no more I want to see red:
color of blood and love.
ExistenceI guess, I exist
the faint me
didn't enter all exits.
A bit less
my life's a mist
no need to flee
30 sad quotesSad Quotes
~I don't run from you, I walk away slowly, and it kills me , 'cause you don't care enough to stop me.
~When you walk away, I count the steps that you take.
~"I love you" is eight letters long, but then again so is "bullshit".
~I wish I had saved all the tears you made me cry, so I could fucking drown you in them.
~Who do you turn to, when the only person in the world who can stop you from crying, is the one making you cry?
~I run in the rain, so that nobody can see my tears.
~Maybe when he broke my heart, he forgot I could feel.
~They say that loving you is my biggest mistake.
But how can it be wrong if it feels so right?
If I ever make a mistake,
It's not that I love you
It's thinking that someday you'll love me too.
~Giving up doesn't always mean you're weak, sometimes it just means that you're strong enough to let go.
~The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
~Pain doesn't hurt when it's all you've ever felt.
~My heart was taken
Phineas and Ferb: Isabella's Foot Fetish!One day Phineas and Ferb were sitting outside, under the tree they always sitdown in, and when they were thinking on what they are going to do today, Isabella walked in their yard saying her catch-phrase "Watcha Doing" Phineas replied "Nothing much, we really don't know what we want to do today", as Phineas was still thinking on what to do today, he staired down on Isabella's feet and got a evil looking grin on his face
Phineas then said "I know what we are going to do today"
Phineas then write down what they need for what they are going to build to Ferb, then Ferb ran to the store, to buy the items
Isabella said , "So what are you guys making'
Phineas replied 'O those are things I made up, to make Ferb busy, come to my room Isabella, their is something I want to do to you, that you might enjoy
Isabella smiled as she followed Phineas to his room, Isabella then said, 'So what did you want to do to me;
Phineas said "Just sit down here on my bed, and let me remove those nice pink shoes yo
Oh how I hate the starsOh how I hate the stars
plaguing me each night
with cruel honesty
of their light
of how they hang
so far away,
nooses choking my hopes
with all they weigh.
Oh, how the stars hate me
to shoot through,
and away from me
carrying with them
wishes I'll never see.
how the horrors of your light
blind me when I look to you
for something each night.
But with the coming of each day
I always forget
and every night
I'm forced to regret
when I look to your light.
Oh, how the stars hate me
and how I hate the stars
for the things which I see.
How she searchedShe searched ,
with bandaged hands
and burned arms
for the warmth of a soul
in the caked faces
of false men.
She searched ,
with filthy hands
and blind eyes
for joys of life
in the graves
of those who knew
only its tragedies.
She searched ,
with livid hands
and false smiles
for the beauty of reality
in the shadows
smeared upon her walls
and in the moonlight
glaring down upon her.
with manicured hands
and lyrical words
in the approval
and recognition of men.
until she finally found
the very things
for which she searched
searched in her
but two hands
with blind eyes
and lyrical words.
I walk with a childI walk with a child
of buoyant energy
and an innocent smile
tainted by beguiling eyes
which deceive his fingers
into places they do not belong.
With me, a child runs,
his affable smiles
and small bare feet encircling me,
his dwindling youth
burning limply on a stick
held in his innocent fingers
and watched with rapt pupils.
Away from me, a child scampers
his bright smile
reflecting the fire
at his fingertips
as he waves and twirls
the branch and its flame
reaches and reaches out
for his consuming eyes
till it reaches
grabs his eyes
and refuses to release
Ahead of me, a child burns
and as I pass him
I try to remember his smile
try to meet his eyes,
however one is enrapt
with the ashes in his wake
and the other
How To Tell Your Family Good-Bye1. In your weakest, darkest moment decide you are ready for it all to end.
Come to terms with your decision. You will likely feel much more at ease
once you've made the choice to leave this world.
2. You must somehow tell your family - biological or otherwise -
that despite their love, it just wasn't enough
to keep you going.
A note is probably the best way to do it;
short, sweet, simple.
You could write it by hand, that might be sentimental
but a word document will do in a pinch
(and it will help you avoid messy ink smudges if you're prone to crying.)
3. The people who will read this note are people who have loved you dearly, or maybe not so dearly.
Either way this is your last chance to let your voice be heard
your last chance to tell them how you feel
so make it good.
4. Write down all of your feelings.
Give them every reason, every thought, every accusation,
pour every ounce of hurt into your note so the ones that care
might be able to understand.
5. While you're reading over what
The picture on the pedestalThe picture on the pedestal
"Its so beautiful"
they always say
the picture of us
as we fell
so very far astray,
sometimes I wonder
what they see
if we look so far away
somewhere where "Its so beautiful"
could always be used
cherry treesi was born 4425 miles away from here
in a country rich with history
that is starting to disappear.
to add insult to injury,
centuries-old castles are crumbling,
falling away like our citizens
and tragically few are stumbling,
not even a backwards glance.
me? i left over ten years ago,
an anniversary marked on the calendar,
a reminder to not look back, just go.
pretend there never was danger.
pretend that we all have a better life.
pretend that our hearts are here.
pretend this is the direction in which to steer.
pretend there is no resentment.
my mother left behind a doctorate,
my parents left behind a life of strife,
but we have no family here.
i've never heard my baby cousin laugh.
i grace funerals with my absence.
i don't know if my aunt's eyes
crinkle at the corners when she smiles.
my parents had to start anew,
and i know they thought this through,
but the weight of this sacrifice
weighs down upon my shoulders.
i am atlas, carrying foreign boulders,
and my muscles ache.