Quoting Post Archived Topic: It will not be bumped to the top of the forum. Topic Cross/Take It Membername   Not a member? Sign Up Free (takes 20 seconds) Password   Forgotten your password? Post Font: Verdana Arial Black Georgia Comic Sans Impact   Size: Tiny Normal Big Huge   Color: Default Dark Red Red Orange Brown Green Olive Cyan Blue Dark Blue Indigo Black [ Check Spelling ] [ Post Preview ] [ LiveTags ] Quote: from Anonymous at 4:23 pm on Jan. 11, 2009[quote]NUMBER ONE: I cross the line again as I run and slam the door behind me, crashing onto my bed. I hear the heavy footsteps pounding down the hall. My door swings open with a thud as it hits the wall. The screaming commences and I get what I deserve. Collapsed on the floor, sobbing, all the while a queer smile upon her face as she stands above me, and takes everything away that keeps me here. I have no strength to get up off my knees. One day, she'll lose control- and one day, I'll stop fighting back. NUMBER TWO: As the blade digs deeper into my flesh, I cannot hold back the tears. By body convulses with thoughts of suicide, haunted by the scars that have yet to be seen. My cries for help fall on deaf ears My longing for happiness slowly fades away, fades away along with the hope of salvation. God no longer loves his child, who only ever prayed for an end to the life that was such a gift. The blade knows there is a 'no return policy', yet I pray that He will take it back... ... please, take it away.[/quote] FAQ Keyword Search: Post Options Favorites Manager Notify me of new replies to this topic by email Notify me of new replies to this topic by private message Original Post Anonymous Posted at 4:23 pm on Jan. 11, 2009 NUMBER ONE: I cross the line again as I run and slam the door behind me, crashing onto my bed. I hear the heavy footsteps pounding down the hall. My door swings open with a thud as it hits the wall. The screaming commences and I get what I deserve. Collapsed on the floor, sobbing, all the while a queer smile upon her face as she stands above me, and takes everything away that keeps me here. I have no strength to get up off my knees. One day, she'll lose control- and one day, I'll stop fighting back. NUMBER TWO: As the blade digs deeper into my flesh, I cannot hold back the tears. By body convulses with thoughts of suicide, haunted by the scars that have yet to be seen. My cries for help fall on deaf ears My longing for happiness slowly fades away, fades away along with the hope of salvation. God no longer loves his child, who only ever prayed for an end to the life that was such a gift. The blade knows there is a 'no return policy', yet I pray that He will take it back... ... please, take it away.

Replies addicted to girls Posted at 10:59 pm on Jan. 12, 2009 Very sad nad very good Jaxie Posted at 11:05 am on Jan. 12, 2009 I like the second more, but that's just more my style. I tend to not be as fond as more concrete thoughts and descriptions; I prefer abstractions and emotions to be interwoven a bit more, I guess. AcidSilence Posted at 4:30 pm on Jan. 11, 2009 both are good. All 3 previous replies displayed.