7 sins in one mindPride:
She didn't think of herself as vain but the subject of vanity had captivated her. Ever since her best friend had told her she was so vain because she kept stopping and checking if her hair was okay in the windows of parked cars: He just didn't know she wanted to start to like herself and had made an effort.
She'd never admit it but she was jealous of their slim figures and how they could find someone to fall for them without a second glance. She was jealous of their popularity and how they got everyone to like them. It bothered her.
She got angry, sure but who didn't?
Her fist's bleed from the wall or tree she punched, something usually gets broken. She never apologizes; no that's not her style. She'll make them apologize even if it means doing drastic stuff.
They always forgive her too, she may be screwed up but she's a good ally. You don't want to get her angry though, she likes to see red.
Lying on the sofa she doesn't want to move, she can't be bothered.
I'm not perfect, yes it's true
I'm not a bad person..
So why does this happen to me?
Every day, they come around
Sneak up behind me without a sound
They push me down,
Punch and kick me,
Then they leave.
Laughter shadowing them
I'm too scared to tell
I'm too scared to yell
Who would believe me?
They just don't see.
I tried to tell today
They said it's just another false alarm...
It's been about a year..
I'm sick of all the fear..
Time to step up
And let my soul be free...
They left me alone
They walked right by
My plan worked...
I am finally alive.
They said, "There's no hope for you."
They said, "You have no luck."
They said, "Well, Whats the harm?"
Well.. this was never a False Alarm...
The Job You Couldn't Take...
As I linger in the doorway,
I see you throw away,
The beating heart you said you'd protect.
I look for someone,
Who's keep my heart safe.
The job you couldn't take.
Someone who isn't a lier.
But when you came I said,
"Sorry, The job's not for hire.."
I still search.
I search, and search, and search.
But all to no avail.
My face is turning pale.
from the lack of blood, love,
But I guess no one will miss,
The heart that beats in my hand.
I toss it behind me,
Lost forever in the sand.
RunWalking in the woods, alone at night.
Every little sound would give you a fright.
Never stop moving, never look back.
He'll rip your heart out; stuff it in a sack.
Run, run, run, never stop moving.
Even if it seems that he isn't looking
Your flashlight's dying, you're out of time.
Look for any landmarks, any little sign.
Run, run, run.
Run for you life.
From up your neck,
To him you're just a little speck.
Don't look back, he's close behind.
Not out of sight, not out of mind.
Just give in, it's easier that way.
Too bad you'll die, knowing you never had a say.
Predator part 13Jim couldn't help but smile from that statement. Spock looked Vulcan, but there was that laid back, easy going nature, full of mischief, that he could see. He was playing a game. It felt so familiar, but how could it be?
The younger version of him, was not at all like this. He was high strung, ramrod straight, of course their first meeting was not a pleasant one. Would they even have other moments together, so that he could compare the two. Not that it was an experiment mind you. It was just so damn interesting to compare them both.
Jim realized that he was staring at his 'old friend' for quite some time. What must he think of me? I really should let him rest. He isn't young. He's been through a lot.
Without thinking, his arm reached out to touch Spock's left shoulder. He squeezed it, slightly, feeling the warm skin underneath. It lasted for merely seconds. Spock pulled away, and turned around, trying to compose himself from that touch.
"Damn, sorry about that. Bad habit to break." Jim
BloodIt drips down my arm,
Onto to the floor.
But you don't even notice
When you walk through the door.
Am I invisible?
No... That would be terrible...
But I just hope you know,
That the pain in unbearable...
The glass in my hand,
The look on my face.
I can hear my heart beating,
At a very fast pace.
The glass it hurts,
As it hits my skin.
And I start to wonder,
If cutting is a sin.
Am I going to hell?
Or will I go to heaven?
To see my sister,
Who died when I was seven.
I feel alone, in the world most tragic.
Please help me, I'm starting to panic.
If you can hear my heart in tears,
My life may be in peril, I fear.
The light flashed in my eyes, as I take my final breath.
I never wanted it to end like this.
But... Who will miss,
The girl who never was.
A forever lost memory.
But, I must say this.
No matter how much I scream,
No matter how much I plead,
Never stop the knife,
That makes me bleed...
can you see me?I'm hiding in the back room
afraid to be seen
by all the searching eyes
staring down at me
they all are saying things like
"you should not be here"
i'm afraid if i stay much longer
i may lose my cheer
i'm hiding in the closet
afraid of being judged
can you see me?
hiding in the back room?
looking for your help
can you see beyond the mask
you stupid little welp