My Life and It's Random Happenings.

There’s a place whenre the shore meets the water, the line where life, dreams, and reality all blur. A place that exists only in the lowest regarded nightmares. A thin line that is all black; appearing wonderous, yet so empty. One side of this line is full of life, wonderous, the other teeming with succulantly turmoiled death. Where all you know and all you ever knew fade to nothing. Where you can be happy, without acknowledging all the pressures and stresses. Such a simply lonely place…

A day within her life:

Every day, she is reminded of so many things. She’s reminded of the monster that hurt her. Whenever she changes, she sees the scar he left on her body. Everytime she sleeps, she just sees his face. Whenever someone holds her, she remembers the pain. She is reminded of the pain. Everytime she sees her scars, she remembers the terror of their creation. Whenever she meets someone new, she remembers someone that left. Everytime someone questions her scars, she’s reminded of why they are there. Every day, she is reminded of so many things. The pain, the tears, all the nights of crying, the razors, the blood, the utter brutality of what she did to herself. Scars; her daily reminder of such terrors.

I’m my own worst enemy. Look upon the world; them, unknowing of your huge fascade. Unsuspecting of the turmoil that lies just beneath that smiling, beautiful face. Under all of the giggling and grinning, lies this sleeping beast, that bares it’s hideous smirk, only when she’s alone. When she’s alone, the smiling fades, the giggling ceases, the monster boils to the surface, the blood of her own body is spilled… Later she sought out a different path, one less wrecked with pain, dreading the thought of a one way road, that seemed to be shrinking. At one point, she was just, gone. She was I. Look how far I’m gonna go.

So here I am, high on this bridge. Let me down slowly, or I may just give in. Tell me you never ment to hurt me, and that you always loved me. I’ll tell you how you lie. Let me try to forget, just until the morning, that way I can remove you from my wall. The wall you tried so hard to climb me over, yet in the end you just let me fall. Just let me down slowly, so I can finally forget…

I’ll hold you, you hold me; but let’s break our own hearts, that way we’ll both be guilty in the end. Then everyone will see, that none of it ever really mattered. Strangers will see us walk by, hand-in-hand, heart-with-heart, but out bodies completely torn apart. Your mind and soul are my addiction, all I need to survive. But those drugs are all you’ll ever need. If only we were truely alive…

Cowering, cornered in a dark room, threatened by the memory of you, left with all the scars, how could you do this to me? Leave me alone with nothing but this dreaded hate and regret. I hope you’re happy for what you’ve done. Broken me.