What do toi want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?
What do toi expect to happen?
As toi kick me down
As toi rip me apart
Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!
What do toi want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath
I a dit I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more
I lived with your love
The l’amour toi showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your l’amour was only Hate
Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery
What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?
What did I ever see in you?
That I ignored my needs
As I made excuses for you
Why Me!?!?!?!?
Why did toi choose me?
When there were others plus accessible?
When I did nothing wrong?
How could toi do it?
When I begged for toi to stop?
When it became so unbearable that I passed out?
Why did I let it happen?
When I knew I deserved better?
When I knew nothing would change?
This unending cycle
Was all toi ever knew
Is all you'll ever have
'Cause no one wants an abuser
No one wants a murderer
No one loves a cheat
toi may have my life
But you'll never take another
So as I leave this world
I just have one question...
Was it all worth it?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?
What do toi expect to happen?
As toi kick me down
As toi rip me apart
Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!
What do toi want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath
I a dit I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more
I lived with your love
The l’amour toi showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your l’amour was only Hate
Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery
What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?
What did I ever see in you?
That I ignored my needs
As I made excuses for you
Why Me!?!?!?!?
Why did toi choose me?
When there were others plus accessible?
When I did nothing wrong?
How could toi do it?
When I begged for toi to stop?
When it became so unbearable that I passed out?
Why did I let it happen?
When I knew I deserved better?
When I knew nothing would change?
This unending cycle
Was all toi ever knew
Is all you'll ever have
'Cause no one wants an abuser
No one wants a murderer
No one loves a cheat
toi may have my life
But you'll never take another
So as I leave this world
I just have one question...
Was it all worth it?
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good jour sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my livres to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good jour sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my livres to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve an old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays piano and guitare and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that toi could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story ou movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, ou feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as toi probably know. Imaginary Friends can be anything toi want them to be. An animal, a creature toi made up, a monster, ou just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary Friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that toi could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story ou movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, ou feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as toi probably know. Imaginary Friends can be anything toi want them to be. An animal, a creature toi made up, a monster, ou just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary Friends that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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It was the suivant day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue chemise that a dit "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she a dit "Oh! I didn't give toi a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"