13GeekQueen

Butterflies Do you remember That girl in the back With the scars on her wrists, With her ipod playing And her notebook, bursting with poetry, And butterflies. Which she can’t stand To draw on her wrists Because they take too long to fade And she knows She will slit their throats. To explain Butterflies are to stop All the pain. She tried once, to stop, and lasted hours before giving in. She drew it on her wrist, Labeled it with The name of the boy she liked. But then she killed it. She was mad at him, For calling her a bitch. That one butterfly Deserved to die. And she killed it With the razor blade. The one sh

Found this on my laptop, from the Dylan Blake era of Depression i cant delete it. My heart is broken, all because of you. You said she was real and I know its not true. People say I'm an Emo, and i guess Its true. I may not cut myself, But I'm emotional because of you. you made me sensitive, and your rejections made me cry. Everyone is going to see this now. And I'll regret it, even more than I regret loving you. I've made a lot of mistakes, Your hotness trips me up. you say, "turn around" when I'm staring, but I can't. My soul won't let me. You probably think I'm stupid, for writing a stupid poem. But I will regret it. L

So I decided to write a fanfic at midnight. It is my first bandfic, and first piece in the second person. I apologise for the typos, I wrote this at One am. Last night, I prayed for Andy Biersack in my bed. Tonight, I am alone. But what if? You've had a bad day, and music is your only salvation. People treat you like shit every day. And today was worse: they've found your notebook, the one with the poetry, the fanfics, and the art. The stuff you can't show people in real life, because criticism is better over a screen. And they read your poem, the one you worked the hardest on. The one about your crush, where you dedicate three stanzas to