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• The bitterest tears shed over graves are for
    words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
• I
  cry for the time that you were almost mine,  I cry for the memories
  I’ve left behind, I cry for the pain, the lost, the old the new, I cry
  for the times I thought I had you
• Not all scars show, not all wounds heal Sometimes you can’t always see The pain someone feels
• Whats the sense of wishing for something when I always just wish it away?
• Every night i talk to the stars pretending its you.. it acts just like you tho.. far away and never replies to my questions
• Why do people tell you to believe in what you want to but then tell you not to believe in the one true thing you do believe in?
• Times a precious thing to waste, but friends are more precious
• Kiss me im emo!
• The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil.
• The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.
• Do
  not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among
  the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may
  also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours.
  Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.

You feel so cold.
Your souls been sold.

You run;
trying to escape the sun.
The heat;
but its no easy feat.
The light;
it’s so bright.

Down, you go.
Futher & Further.
Darker & Darker.
Untill you don’t know,
where you are.

But it’s not far.

You feel so cold.
Your souls been sold.

It chases you.
Trying to catch you.
It claws at you.
Grabs hold of you.
You struggle in terror.
The horror;
thats after you.
Is you.

You feel so cold.
Your souls been sold.

You stop and stare.
Your mirror immage.
A perfect likeness,
but full of darkness.
Caught in its cage.
It’s rage.
You find yourself unwilling to care.
Do you dare?

You feel so cold
Your souls been sold.

Your blood pumps.
Your heart thumps.
How can no one hear it?
How can no one feel it?
You reatch out,
as your fingers meet;
the darkness you greet.
"Yes" you hear it shout.
As your blood drains.
All your pains
Well up inside
you can’t hide
From yourself

You feel so cold
Your souls been sold.

Your head rolls back.
Your sights gone black
Your thoughts and feelings you can’t hack.

It rips open you chest;
trying to get inside you.
You want to rest.
Is your life finally through?

~To stop the beast;
You must make it deceased~

You claw towards the light;
with all your might.
Away from the terror;
your horror.

Run away! from the mirror.
Don’t look at your reflectiong.
Hide the connection.

See what you’ve become.
See what you’ve done.

You feel so cold
Your souls been sold

Calm
Everything is quiet;
Yet your feelings riot.
Everything is still.
Gorge yourself to your fill.
Something inside you stirs.
Something beautiful yet horrible occurs.

Harm
Thats what you want to do.
You want them to suffer;
like they did to you.
They made you feel like dieing.
and not trying.
You ran away;
trying not to remeber the things they say.
You stumble over some wire mesh;
It cuts deep into your flesh.
Your blood trickles like a river of tears
Your fears.

It rips you to shreads.
Breaking your lifes threads
Honing in on the darkness.
The dispair.
Tareing away at the brightness
Lifes not fair.

You feel so cold.
Your souls been sold.

To me

Awaken by the light.Hearing voices in his head. Listening of what was
said."Take that blade and end your life." Said the voices with such
petty. They keep speaking to him. All he ever wanted was to be set free
from those horrible thoughts he was hearing. All he wanted was silence
once in his life.

He holds his hands to his head. Pulling his
hair and screams "Stop…Stop it.. Leave me alone." As he was yelling
for his freedom. he keeps rocking back and forth on his bed that he was
awoken from. Trying to open his eyes hoping for the Screaming voices to
stop/

Silence he hears. Not a sound from anywhere He looks
around with such wondering eyes. Seeing if anyone heard him yelling for
is freedom.

He gets dressed. Putting on his band t-shirt, tight
chick pants, and his chuck tailors. Going to the bathroom to put his
bracelets on one at a time. He looks in the merrior. He sees the most
weirdest image that stuns him to the point where he can not move.

A
girl. A beautiful girl who once lived there in peace. Her hair was a
brownish color done ever so neatly. She wore a tight American Eagle
t-shirt. Her jeans where those of a destroyed look. The smile she gave
him was so wonderful. She turns around and he had seen a hole in the
back of her head. Not just any hole. A bullet hole. It was so big you
could put at least 4 fingers in it. It frightens him. No matter how
hard he tries to speak. Not a word comes out of his mouth. He blinks
for a split second and she is gone. No where to be seen. He rubs his
blood shot eyes trying not to think about what he has seen.

He
gets back doing his hair. Doing the emo hair look. You know, with the
long bangs and the spiked up back hair. The emo look that people
dispise. The look that he liked that would best describe him. Not every
one is the same you know.

Grabbing his book-bag and going to
school. He walks for a good 30 minutes. On the way there he sees the
same girl on the other side of the street. only this time there was no
bullet hole. There where cuts in her wrists. They where at different
angels and directians. Her blood dripping down her wrists and off of
her fingers. She was surrounded by a puddle of blood. Nothing but thick
red blood. She lifts her hand and starts to point to his bag. He
hurries and drops it and starts to panic. "look in it." she said with a
screeching voice. He dumps every thing out of his bag. He sees a old
snuff nose revolver. So old that you can see huge rust spots all ofer
the handle as well as the baerole. He knows what he has to do but he
wont do it.

He hurries and gets to school seeing how he was
running late. He gets to school seeing everyone point and whisper at
him. Trying not to let it bother him he walks away. One of the preps
come up to him and push him to the lockers with such force that every
one in the hallway went silent. the prep gripping his shirt and telling
him" You are a worthless piece of gods creation." he said in a deep
angery voice. "Burn in hell." He had stated back to him. The prep lets
go of him throwing him to the floor and walking away. He picks up his
bag that he dropped and starts heading to his class.

As he
sits at his desk he sees her. Yes the girl once again. This time she is
not wearing anything. She has bruises and scars all over her body. I
dont mean little scars and bruises. There like those of a rape victom.
One of those victoms that you see on the tellovition that have died. He
looks around and sees every one stair at him. He looks back at the
female and sees she is curled up in a ball in the corner. She is crying
with blood rolling down her face as for tears.

One of the
jocks snap him out of it by pushing the books he had laying on the desk
onto the floor. They where pushed so hard when they hit the floor they
slid two rows of seats away from him. He goes and picks them up and
heads back to his seat. He sits down well tries to sit at least. The
jock pulls the chair out from under him making him fall flat on the
floor. He fell so hard you could hear his back crack. He looks around
seeing everyone laughing at his stupidity. Imbarassed he runs out into
the hall and into the lunch room where no one can bother him.

There
she was the little girl once more. She is hanging by a noose from the
banasters at the lunchroom. Her face was so pail. So white. She looked
like she had died ages ago. But yet she is still alive. She points at
one fo teh lunch tables in the middle of the room. There sits a rope. A
realy think rope.

Sitting there looking at the rope. HE ties
it in to that noose. That one noose that has ended thousands of lives
from the past. Crying and sobbing with words that no one understood. He
throws the rope over one of the railings of the room and steps up on to
one of the chairs. Putting the rope around his fragile neck. He says
his last words on the top of his lungs. " Fuck this world! Hell here i
come!" Kicking the chair out from underneath him. Hearing the spine
snap from what had happen. Some people hear what was done. They rush to
see what happend. People have looks on there faces like they didn’t
know he was and faces of such fright. They could not do anything but
cry.

Some people say that they seen him and the little girl
holding hands on those thick ropes. Some say it didn’t happen at all.
But there is one thing true about this story. It was not me in the
dream. It was you.

I see you there,
And I breathe in air.

The blush rushes up to my cheeks,
And I know they’ll be stained for weeks.

You turn around and smile at me,
Your eyes prettier than the sea.

I swear I could stare at you forever,
A thought of looking away? Never.

You’re in my dreams, day and night,
Never leaving from my sight.

My emotions go much too far,
Controlling them is much too hard.

I want to be enveloped in your arms,
And forever under your charms.

I want to kiss your soft lips,
And not just little bits.

I hope to never let you go,
And I know you know.

And I promise if you leave,
I won’t cry on your sleeve.

But I’ll take it and endure it,
Without throwing a hissing fit.

But I just had to tell you,
Though you know it’s true.

I crave your very soul,
To make mine whole.

Nothing hurts more than
realizing he meant everything to
you, but you meant nothing to
him.

A million words wouldn’t bring you back.
                        I know because I’ve tried.
                        Neither would a million tears.
                        I know because I’ve cried!

It’s hard to tell your mind to stop loving someone,
                        when you’re heart still does.

A heart breaking isn’t always as loud as a bomb exploding..
                        
                        Sometimes it can be as quiet as a feather falling..
                        And the most painful thing is,
                        no one really hears it, except you..

Love is born with a smile,
                        grows with a kiss,
                        and dies with a tear.

The pain of having a
broken heart is not so much as
to kill you, yet not so little
as to let you live.

This pain in my heart,
Is tearing me apart.

All I want to do is die,
Why put myself through a lie?

I made you my everything,
But I guess that wasn’t destiny.

I thought you were it for me,
But obviously we’re not meant to be.

You are who I’m meant for,
But to you I was just a bore.

I would kill to be with you forever,
But that wasn’t a possibility; never.

So goodbye to you, my love,
As I hope to see you from above.

On the news it said,
The world was going to end.
And that’s when it hit me,
You were more than just a friend.

I close my eyes,
And see your beautiful face.
Wishing that right now,
I could feel your embrace.

If the world is ending,
There’s something I gotta do.
And that’s hold you close,
And whisper, “I love you.”

We go together,
Like hand and glove fits,
And I want you in my arms,
When that asteroid hits.

Don’t walk away,
It kills me inside,
If you turn your back,
I’ll never survive.

I gave you my heart,
You promised to stay,
But but we both know,
It has to be this way.

We shared so much,
In such a short time,
It never occured,
You could never be mine.

And as I keep dreaming,
Sitting right here,
Know that I’ll never,
Forget you my dear.

I thought of you tonight,
And my smile became bright.

Even though we’re not together,
You’ll still be mine forever.

The way I feel for you,
Is something so true.

And even though we’re miles apart,
You still possess my heart.

Whether you want it or not,
My heart beat cannot stop.

There is only one thing it beats for,
Even if it hurts more and more.

You are what my heart craves,
More than the sound of an ocean’s waves.

The thought of your face,
Makes my heart race.

I wish your face would not leave,
But sadly, it must deceive.

For I know you are not here,
Oh, how I wish you were near.

But I know we cannot be,
It can never be "we".

My favorite Anime….

if you want to watch it, just click the link…

Onizuka, seeing this display of a teacher’s power over girls,
decides to become one himself. In his quest, he discovers three
important things:

1. He has a conscience and a sense of morality. This means taking
   advantage of impressionable schoolgirls is out… but their unusually
   attractive mothers are a different matter.
2. He enjoys teaching and most of the time, he teaches life lessons rather than schoolwork.
3. He hates the systems of traditional education, especially when they
   have grown ignorant and condescending to students and their needs.

With these realizations, he sets out to become the greatest teacher ever, using his own brand of philosophy
and the ability to do nearly anything when under enough pressure. He is
hired as a long-shot teacher by a privately operated school to tame a
class that has driven one teacher to a mysterious death, one to nervous breakdown, and one to joining a cult. He embarks on a mission of self-discovery by breaking through to each student one by one, and helping each student to overcome their problems and learn to genuinely enjoy life.

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