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Turning TablesI'm the one they turn to
When the blade threatens to strike
I beg them not to cry
Beg them not to end it
Tell them there's a life worth living for
Depression surrounds me though
Seems like everybody I love has it
They're always trying to end it
It seems like nothing I say works
And it makes me wonder....
Why do I stay strong?
Why do I keep telling them to please live?
Why do I keep smiling when they don't?
Why don't I just give in
To the blade's sadistic command?
Just one cut
That's all I could do.
But if I do such a thing
Will the vicious cycle repeat itself
As another person begs me not to end it?
Damn you depression
You won't infect me again
But maybe just this once I can do it.
Just delicately slide the cold blade against my warm skin
Watch the blood trickle down my arm
Everybody else is doing it
So why shouldn't I?
Feels Good to be Bad (Jean x Reader)
I was in peace. I was so happy. There was nothing that could ruin my day, much less turn off the sun that was shining so intensively above my head. Nothing could stop me.
As I was sipping my cappuccino, an extremely attractive storefront caught my attention. Games. Video games. More precisely, all those video games I’ve been craving for since the producer announced their debut. I approached the storefront, separated by a thick glass, and stared, completely dumbfounded at all of them.
I want them. I want them all. Please be mine. Please.
Oh, please. Gimme money so I can by all of these precious video games.
Oh, God, why am I not–
“Ahh, excuse me…?”
Shit. Someone is interrupting my daydream.
Moreover, I must look pretty ridiculous with my face glued at the storefront glass.
What is this? A boy. If my brain doesn’t fail me, that was definitely a boy’s voice. Oh, my God. Gotta look hot and ready-to-go. What am I doing? Oh, my God.
When I tur
Timmy And Isaac - Part 1 - The SleepoverIf you were to ask the other kids about Timmy, you could expect an answer along the lines of “He’s ok, just a little weird,” or even “Who? Timmy? He’s alright, I have no problem with him.”
See no one hated Timmy, just no one really seemed to like him.
At least that was the case until the new boy showed up in town.
As Isaac entered the muggy classroom on a hot summers day, he was summoned to the front of the room where Ms Darwin then introduced him. He shyly looked down at his feet, and scratched behind his ear, trying to look brave in front of the class.
Isaac was 11 just like Timmy. He was extremely short for his age, and quite skinny, with light brown hair and angelic eyes, and a cute little button nose. Timmy on the other hand, was what some would refer to as chubby. He wasn’t tall himself, more of a normal height. A soft double chin existed on Timmy’s neck, and a cute bubble butt jiggled as he walked. A soft pair of boy boobs rested o
Nerds and Jocks STILL in college 2
Naruto covered his noise as he sneezed then glanced down at his hands. I wonder if someone’s talking about me…
“You look so focused, you contemplating wither or not to eat it?”
Naruto snorted as he rubbed his hands on his jeans.
Sai merely chuckled and continued to listen the science lecture. Not that he cared though. It wasn’t art so it wasn’t interesting. He then side glanced at Naruto who sat beside him. He knew from the first moment he met Naruto that they weren’t gonna last long. Not that he didn’t try, but it was clear how much he loved Sasuke. From the way his eyes lit up, the way he spoke his name and how the mere mention of Sasuke always brought up every emotion inside him at once.
. . .
It was clear he never stood a chance
Sai blinked a few times as he noticed Naruto staring at him. To cover up his mistake he put on smile.
“Just accepting the fact that NOTHING in this universe c
.:CONTEST:.Cruciverba!<<Due orizzontale, cinque lettere…>> bisbigliò tra sé e sé una riccia castana mordicchiando la penna <<Si usa per proteggere la testa…il casco!>> esclamò, per poi scrivere una lettera per ogni quadratino bianco sul foglio.
“Molto bene” pensò infine, alzando la testa e sollevando il cappellino nero. “Di questo passo, terminerò presto il cruciverba e forse potrò andare a fare un giro!”
Gettò uno sguardo fuori dalla finestra, speranzosa, osservando il cielo grigio e nuvoloso. Un tuono potente rimbombò nell'aria, facendola sussultare.
<<A quanto pare no.>> disse con una nota di sarcasmo nella voce.
Stava piovendo e sembrava non avesse alcuna intenzione di smettere, o almeno non prima di aver allagato mezza Mobius. Le gocce cadevano disordinatamente sul vetro della finestra, lasciando dietro di loro una scia trasparente a mano a mano che scendevano. Era proprio una gior
What even is Gardening? Errand #7 Ven gave a low yawn as he laid down on Brutus’ wooly afro. He was quite drained this morning as Brutus carried him everywhere. For once Brutus didn’t seem so serious like usual. In fact he seemed to have a slight smile at he trotted through the city. Ven was quite suspicious of Brutus’ action. Did he get hit by a happy beam? Or Simple Beam gone wrong… He said nothing however, keeping his thoughts to himself.
Brutus seemed to halt causing Ven to raise a lazy eye. He could several Pokemon planting berries, saplings even large trees in an open space. “You got to be kidding me…,” Ven muttered under his breath. I didn’t sign up for this… He draped the hood over his head not wanting to be bothered by others. His amber eyes peered through the shroud as he kept watch.
The Driveway Across from Mineby Emily F. B.
How did she do it? I wondered. How was she always perfect?
I slammed the piano keys…a childish thing, I know. Looking out my living room window, I saw the driveway across from mine. My neighbor was there, as she was every afternoon, checking the mailbox.
Luella and I were not friends. I guess I had always kept away. Yet still, I watched her from a distance. I saw her out and about in our suburb, and every time I did, bitter thoughts grew about how I wished Karen was Luella, and Luella was Karen.
Luella was everything I wasn’t. She looked content and talented, and the way she walked and talked seemed flawless. Whenever she tossed her dark hair, I would finger my own mop, and whenever she danced down her driveway to peek in the mailbox, I would seethe at my own awkward ways. Worst of all, she was always smiling…smiling like she had some wonderful secret hid
Inside The Wall'sOh good, Elvire thought, they finally left. She walked up the staircase, and pushed on the wall until it opened up. She was in the living room of a house, she had come from behind the bookcase. Elvire, walked into the kitchen and began to take small bits and pieces of the food. Not enough for someone to notice but enough to keep her going for a few more days. She brought the food downstairs and grabbed a bucket which she brought upstairs and filled with clean water. Knowing that the family wouldn't be back for a while Elvire started a load of laundry, singing and old Celtic tune, while she worked. After she had everything she needed from the house she went back downstairs closing the bookcase just as she heard the door open.
"Hello!!! Anyone home?" A male voice called. The house was silent, "Mom, Dad! You here?" he walked to the table and found a note there saying that his parent's would be out for a while. He sighed and sat down turning the tv on. Elvire could hear everything from ins
Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: ArtistCareful now. Hans thought to herself as she began to draw the scene in front of her in her sketchbook. MK was chatting casually with one of the Creators, absentmindedly twining her fingers through her braid. With a small smile Hans doodled, music playing in her head. It wasn't important that she paid attention to her friend's conversation, it was more instructions for them than anything else. She had grown bored very quickly and decided to draw, not wanting to bother the older teen.
Soon Hans felt herself leave the world. She said nothing as she drew, lost in the world of colors, music, and dreams. Her colored pencils and erasers danced across her white canvas, re-creating the image in her mind, the image she saw in front of her. She didn't think she was a good artist but MK always insisted she was. And though Hans believed her she still doubted it. But at the moment none of that mattered to Hans. All that mattered was the flying colors, the story the picture told, and
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