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If OnlyPrompt: Don't worry...
Your eyes are glazed with terror. But at this point I can barely see the tears running down your face- can barely feel them dripping onto my cheeks.
You grab my hands- try to stem the bleeding -but I feel so numb already. The tingle of skin-on-skin is just a faint pressure to me now. It's a lost feeling in the back of my mind.
Your lips move. . .But I can't hear any sound come out. There's just a gentle rush of blood in my ears. Everything is silent around me- I can barely tell that my own blood is continuing to soak it's way through my hair; from the fanned-out blue-dyed tips all the way to my naturally-brown roots. All now a metallic red that left the strands damp and useless.
Just a faint pinprick in eithe
Tell Me Why "This is all your fault," he said to me through narrowed eyes. I reached out towards him, but he stepped back. "I will never forgive you." His once sweet and childish blue eyes that I had come to know and love, those eyes that once held such tenderness -now icy and cold with hatred and betrayal flooding his gaze. Making them dark. Making them threatening. I couldn't help but let out a choked sob.
"I didn't mean for it to happen- please, don't!" But by now he wasn't listening. He pulled his glasses down from the bridge of his nose- his eyes glimmered with anger. Tears burned my eyelids and threatened to spill over; I couldn't show him my weakness. I couldn't. And he stepped towards me. Hands slithered around my body, holding me in place. Lips pressed themselves to the lobe of my ear, and a cold whisper sent chills through me.
"I don't know why I e
Not Again. Not Ever Again.My thoughts. . .Will never be silent.
Even in death, I will continue to think.
Continue to dream.
Even in death I will survive. I will not forget.
I. Will. Not. Be. Lost.
Not to the endless sands of time
That flow down the hourglass and pile below.
That count down the seconds
Until your own sand runs out
And you reach your own demise.
Not to the Heavens above
Or the Hells below
That try to rip apart my very soul
And mold me into their own design.
I belong to myself.
I will not be controlled by you.
I will not lose. I will not fall.
I will not be silent.
So stop your advances.
Because I will not fall for them again.
I will not give in to you.
Or to anyone else.
I will not be forgotten.
Alone Again"H-hello, my name is-"
I can't even speak anymore.
Lost in this world of madness,
No one would bother to listen.
No one would bother to acknowledge me.
"W-Wait! Can't you just li-"
As if knowing you don't want to listen,
I shut my mouth and stop my words.
You wouldn't pay attention to them anyways.
Or to me.
"Why can't you just loo-"
Knowing exactly why your eyes are down,
I stop mid-sentence and close my eyes as well.
We are both adorned in proper attire;
Only you are in a black suit.
"P. . .Please, look u-"
You won't see me because you can't.
You won't hear me because you can't.
You don't know I'm there.
Because your eyes are fixed on my corpse.
"N-No. . .No, come ba-"
You rose from your seat to leave.
Along with everyone else.
In my transparent state,
I could stop no one from leaving me.
I am alone.
Buried six-feet deep.
When the gates of Heaven open before me,
And I shyly stutter,
Memories. With a heavy sigh, I launched my bag from my shoulder down onto the tile floor. I slid off my shoes- and then froze as a soft chuckle resounded behind me.
"Who. . ." I began, but shook it off when it silenced as quickly as I had begun my sentence. It was just in my head. It sounded. . .so familiar, though. . . Banishing the thought from my mind, I concluded I just needed to get some fresh air. So, tossing my jacket onto the couch a few feet away, I made my way back out the door while rubbing my hand over my eyes. My blue-tipped bangs fell in front of my face, so I pushed them to the side and looked around; stuffing my hands into the back pockets of my dark blue jeans. The Indian-styled shirt I wore fluttered slightly as the wind blew- I shivered. Then that chuckling was carried back to my ears, followed by footsteps. I spun around, ready to beat anyone who was following me- but no one was there. The chucklin
Here's my Goodbye.Time has run out, for me. Everything's distant and I don't know what to believe.
It's so hard, lost in the world confusion. And I need to leave, for a while.
Tears lightly forming in my eyes, I pulled out my notebook and a pen. I flipped open the cover and tore through the pages of poetry I had written throughout the years. Stopping on an empty page, I began writing.
Life is so meaningless, there is nothing worth a smile. So goodbye, I'll miss you.
I felt nothing for life anymore. It was so. . .so pointless. I couldn't even smile a fake little grin like I had for months on end. I couldn't fake the happiness I hadn't had for so long. It was meaningless to try anymore.
And I'm sorry, but this is my fate. Everything is worthless, no one who wants me to stay. And I'm sorry, but I've waited too long. So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me.
I'm not worth any tears.
I wiped my eyes and frowned at the multiple letters written to my family, friends, sister who lived
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