Intro : So, I have a lot of random lines that I just keep in my recently deleted, (I use them repeatedly) so, I thought I'd type some of them out. all the emoness. Total : 11 --- 1. The aspect of drowning. Truly astonishing. Memory lane has some gun shots left and right. You hear a voice, you know it's yours. The clock ticks you just try to ignore. The child crying saying, "Why won't you play with me anymore?" You solemnly reply, "I guess I'm just out of time." ---- 2. E veryone leave me. M y colors are deep black and red. O f course, you don't know. ---- 3. in a field of black roses. i wait for you to talk. a comet reaches our eyes, a small reminder that we're still alive. Sometimes I see you standing, i wonder if I used to know you. Long ago when we where kids. I'm afraid we're getting old, and I don't know a thing about you, still. idontwanttofallinthisway. But if you ever gave me a confession, put aside our crippling depression, maybe, just maybe. Or I should let go of all the dateless days. So long. --- 4. i want to run away. Follow a string of headlights until I reach the sun . So I can Fall off. The face of the Earth It mocks me I'm growing scared. We don't have innocence anymore. Everyone is fading away. It's the concept of four. For now and forever more. I want to end it. And that idea scares me more than nearly anything. I'm scared of death just not of my own. I hate compassion with a passion. I feel everything from everyone else until I'm drained. The endless night is forever. It's claimed me.. I suppose this is where I say goodbye. To you and to a younger self. I won't see you again. So I'll just say goodbye. Maybe I can learn. That we're all running out of time. I'll say it, one last time ; Goodbye. ---- 5. Blood on the sidewalk. ;To the death.' written in chalk. Of course, we can talk. I see you, and I want to cry out for help, but I'm so scared 'cause I'm not sure if you'd even want to fix me anymore. I'm afraid I'll just get hurt again. ----- 6. Don't be positive It just gets on my nerves now I have some problems 7. (Message Man) Too late to unsend Late night obsessive questions Why I'm in denial that this could be a mentally dangerous session. Please keep the secret, if you ever find my pages, man. Don't show what you saw 'cause no one else would understand. This page is only for me and my pen. I'll show you this is where i stand. The ground is shaking, I am drifting, and every night my mind, it starts disobeying. Sometimes I wonder "who is this? Am I watching someone else?" Whatever happened to your formal self? ------ 8. Fear has become my closes friend, I'll wear black 'cause I don't follow the trend. I opened up pandora's box. And there's blood on the promenade. We're NPCs. Follow the program. Emotion is simulated. Love is staged, Pain is in a series of code. ---- 9. Is this how you treat us? You leave us here to d!e? I was given the impression you'd take in anybody, so why am I still waiting? The rain it pours, I'm soaking wet. I guess I'm too horrible to come inside. I await in the night, for a light, for you to say I can come inside. But that hasn't come. Perhaps you've forgotten? Or you just don't care? You have left me. --------- 10. the fog has reclaimed me again. The only safe place is my music. My books. My small world. But soon, even that, will become dark. I am so scared to death I might lose it. 11. What took away this emotion? What some referrer to as joy. I wonder what took it away. I used to wake up just happy to be alive. Now I go to sleep hoping tomorrow I may d*e. I show this struggle in a way so that no one can see. Typing out a solemn sentence on a screen. Yet, perhaps the screen is what took it away. I show it by locking a door and finding a new book just to ignore. Yet maybe isolation is what took it away. I show it by wearing a color that matches my mind. Yet, what if the color took it this time? I show it by being stupid, and just a 'tad bit insane. But maybe the pretending is what took it away.
-Dema yo.
