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Wasted tears, Wasted yearsThese tears i've cried
Are bitter when tasted
My time is wasted
On people who don't care
Who weren't there
And certainly aren't here now
To witness how,
She fell
Her color and vibrancy drained dry
Dreaming of YouEvery night I dream of you
wishing upon a star
that you were here for real

Every night I lay in bed
a dream so wonderful
cause you are in it

I dream of being with you
to grow old together
a day never apart
only you are in my thoughts

A feeling so wonderful
it is in my heart
the love that grows
stronger each day

Every night I think of you
our love is for real
you are always here

I dream of happiness
being with you all the time
a dream so magical
that everything seem so real

Every night
you are here with me
keeping me safe
throughout the night

After all it is just a dream
but I promise you
that one day it will be real

So for now I will
Swing life awayGoodbye my dear old friend
How I wished it did not have to end
How we laughed and sang
Together with the whole gang

Goodbye my dear friend
How I wished that changes that now impend
How we once compared our scars
How we once gazed at the lone stars

Goodbye my friend
How we stood together till the end
How our days were filled with laughter and joy
How you made fun of me being a mama’s boy

Goodbye friend
Our time was not misspend
We will meet again one day
And we shall swing life away
Does Death Hurt?Does death hurt?

When the knife digs into flesh
do you fall into your knees in pain
or simply in shock of motion?

When you slip away in the dark of sleep
does the dream still remain
as you travel to worlds unknown?

When the drugs hit your body
does your heart stop suddenly
or can you feel the imminent end?

When the noose slips tight
does your head feel heavy
and your limbs feel numb?

When the water rushes in
to the castle only of air
can you feel your breath cut off?

When the dirt piles over
and the air runs out
can you feel the choking?

So riddle me this,
oh master of death,
does it hurt to die?
One of those peopleShe is one of those people
Who like to play games
She's not afraid of looking stupid
And not acting her age
She knows how to put
A smile on my face
She never ever judges me
Never says I'm strange

She is one of those people
Who enjoy their coffee
Always paying attention
Taking everything in
One of those people
Who will hug you softly
And when the rain pours down on me
I know she'll take me in

She is one of those people
Who often feel lonely
With a radiant smile
And a heart so big
That even if you'd put the whole world inside it
There would be space for more sweetness to hop on in

She is one of those people
Who like your natural side
So y
I canYour heart is screaming
I will hear it

Your heart is falling
I will catch it

Your heart is broken
I will fix it

Your heart is lonely
I will accompany it

Your heart is calling me
I will pick up

Your heart wants to hold my hand
I will make it a reality

Your heart is blushing
I will caresses it

Your heart wants to tell me something
I will listen to it

Because my heart is telling me
That it loves you
CutsJust a tiny one. That's all I need

Reach for the blade

It's the only thing that helps

Take the pain away.

A little deeper now. Just this once

More and more

You crave it so

Farther, longer. I need it now

You're feeling weaker now

You're ready to leave yet.

Just one more

Congratulations

Now you're dead
FriendsDeath,
Such a strange person.
So fearsome and yet so relieving.
Lately death has become a friend of mine,
He and his pals have been close company with me.
Silence is the only person I really like talking to,
The ring of her voice is so soothing.
Isolation is the only company I need,
He holds my hand and guides me around.
Depression is a great friend to me,
She is always there giving me a hug whenever I need it.
These friends are the best ones I know,
I have other ones but they aren't as great.
Happiness for example is always leaving.
She is great when she is around but she doesn't like to stick around.
Outgoing is such a socia
What is Love?Love isn’t a one night stand.

Love is forever.

Love isn’t abusive.

Love is protection.

Love isn’t betrayal.

Love is loyal.

Love isn’t jealous.

Love is trusting.

Love isn’t quick.

Love is growing steadily.

Love isn’t careless.

Love is careful.

Love isn’t without purpose.

Love is meaningful.

Love isn’t dead.

Love is alive.

Love isn’t hopeless.

Love is hopeful.

Love is love.
Like BreathingYour Kiss..

One is just not enough

For it puts me in a rare bliss

Going without it, is just so rough

For every time I see you

I just want to kiss you,  its just so hard to resist

Because its all I want to do

For that one time we had kissed...

Was like a drug, so addicting

But also like breathing so natural

Why is it so contradicting

I just hope these feelings are mutual

For all I want now is your kiss
The ShadowsThe moon is too bright,
The stars too light

The wind is too loud,
The trees too proud

To hide,
From all those who lied

To find peace,
The lights never cease

To love,
To find someone with the soul of a dove

The darkness calls your name,
Gives you someone to blame

The shadows hold you,
Give you someone to talk to

But the moon is too bright,
The stars to light

Even the night cannot hide you from sight.
Goodbye's Not the Worst.Goodbye's not the hardest part,
it's the first step you take after.
It's the first attempt to stretch your
new found muscles,
the first time you swing the door
wide open,
(sunshine all too bright)
from sitting in the dark.
It's the first
"I love you"
that seems to scar your
tender lips,
and dirty your virgin heart,
the first time your
loyal arms
shudder
under the weight of holding
someone
else.
It's the moment you realize
the terrible truth:
you can never really
give away your entire being
ever again,
once you've let the first
witness the birth of your
love.
Goodbye was always the hardest part
that was something I had learned
time after t
Video GamesVideo Games

It was summer.
The sun tanned our skin and made us happy.
My friends and I could really smell the warmth.
Freedom pulsated through our veins.
We felt like we could conquer the whole world.
We had no end of time.
I knew him since one year.
In that summer we grew close.
One time someone told me that life is just worth something if somebody loves you.
Because the world is made for two.
Therefore his life had to be anything worth.
When he came to call for me in his old car he whistled my name. I laid in our Swinging and had to laugh every time, when I heard him.
We played Video Games.
Night for night we moved through the bars of t
Ikea Romance.I had met this girl
                (At Ikea)

Me being a sort of D-I-Y
                Kinda guy;

We talked in Swedish
                Furniture:

With complementary form
                And pencil-

I scribed down my number
                -Was about

To slip it to her but
                I found out;

(A conveniently forgotten
                Step-Father)

As my hand was in her
                Back pocket,

The Step-Dad's was in my
                Eye socket...

I had struck gold in
                A coal mine-

I left with blackened eyes                
                 Anyway....
HomesickWhen your home is
a notebook full of scrawled
and hopeless ideas penned at
3 a.m.,
and your heart becomes
heavy with every page
unspent (heavier with every
page wasted);
when your closest friends
are the voices in your head
whose stories you can recite
by heart,
and the blood that you bleed is
the same ink trail you
left to find your way back in
the dark...
When all you have is your soul, where do you go when you're
Hopeless
Offensive
Melancholy
Estranged
Sentimental
Itinerant
Cumbersome
Kiddish
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Smile, Darling

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Hey there.

Yes, you over there.

Has anyone told you lately that you look great?

Yes, with your morning hair. Your “chopstick” limbs. Those things you call fat. Your skin with all the blemishes which make you shine brighter. Your eyes which shine like the stars.

I want to say that you look beautiful, and that you shouldn’t worry about what you look like.

WHAT?



What do you mean you’re a terrible person?

Oh, is it because of the intense jealousy for those who have things you don’t have?
Or maybe because you feel immensely insecure of your wonderful self? Or maybe because you take out that anger and sadness on something? Or is it because you’ve only been getting negative feedback from others? Is it because you can’t fulfill your own duties?

Here’s one thing I should tell you, darling.

Put down that blade.

Throw those pills down the sink.

Drop that bottle of liquor you’ve got there.

Let those tears fall.

It doesn’t make you weak or ugly or even more hurt.

Imperfections are blessings. Without it, we wouldn’t have tried to do something to make up for it.

We wouldn’t be fighting.
We wouldn’t be feeling like the humans we are.
Without these problems, we wouldn’t be the people that we are now.

I know you’ve got that one thing you want to do right now.

The hobby. The talent. The ambition. The dream.

Pursue it with all your heart.



Don’t mind what others will say about it as long as it feels right to you.
So relax. You’re more perfect now than ever because of those things you call mistakes.

SMILE TODAY, MY DEAR. YOU WERE BORN TO BE THE WAY YOU ARE.
AND NO ONE’S GOT A SAY ABOUT THAT. BECAUSE IT’S SIMPLY YOU.

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Smile, Darlingby ~stellaclaire

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Inspiration for the burdened.
To be honest, I made this while I was crying my heart out about a lot of problems I've been going through lately.
I don't fully understand it, but the moment a friend told me to pour it all out, this was the result of it. Somehow, I want to help out those who feel the same way that I do.
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Mood: Adoration ~XpaintitblackX Apr 25, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I was seriously upset today, reading this has helped so much. This is an awesome piece.
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~stellaclaire Apr 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm glad that you feel better now :) >:D<
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~theolivethief14 Mar 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This is so wonderful. I wish everyone in pain could read this! I like the formatting and bold effects. Awesome job!!
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Mood: Adoration ~White-Rabbit132 Feb 25, 2013  Student General Artist
I feel better. Much better, thank you!
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~stellaclaire Feb 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
glad to be of help, love :)
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~ShisaineKobayashi Feb 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
gaddamit. the feels. ; u ;
omaigash. I love you more. *huggles*
you're amazing and perfect as ever~

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~stellaclaire Feb 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
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well, I'm glad you like it love o u o
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~Gleekabel Feb 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you
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~stellaclaire Feb 24, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
anytime :)
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