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Pain's Obsession (7)I wonder, do they see?
This sadness inside of me
Does it scream out from my eyes;
Should they even be surprised?
When every time they say his name,
I feel this quiet aching pain
How could they notice the way I turn,
Shying away from the age old burn.
Trying to smile, to be happy- Whatnot,
Yet tiredly fighting the urge to be caught.
If I would scream and howl and shout,
Would they even turn about?
The memories that haunt me day and night
Are something I've given up trying to fight-
Indeed, I wish to remember his face...
And yet it's gone, it cannot be placed.
When everyone 'round me has forgotten the past,
Each time it is mentioned I try not to gasp.
I want to be free from memories' old snare
To look at the pain and find it not there.
For surely in hurting I am making a choice,
To stifle my cries, to silence my voice
In a strange tangled way this type of depression
Is making this pain a certain obsession.
AloneI dim the lights,
And turn on the TV,
Even though I'm not watching I leave it on,
It's the news, seems like another fight,
Why's the world so violent?
I take my time going to sleep,
I close my eyes,
I see someone's face,
I think I recognize her,
But I can't remember her name,
Who is she?
With eyes like that it must be a sign,
But I brush it aside,
Even in my fantasies,
I'm afraid of showing my feelings inside.
What's wrong with me?
My life isn't that bad
What's wrong with me?
I won't accept that I'm sad
I'm not, am I?
Am I? I don't know
The next day, I go to school,
I hear laughter,
Is someone talking to me?
I hear voices after all,
Though I can't make out any of them
Is there something wrong with my hearing?
There must be.
Even thought people are laughing,
I wonder how many are faking it,
How many are wearing masks behind their depression?
I look around and find my group of friends,
Is that the right word to describe them?
Sometimes I wonder
A Suicidal MendaciumYour words slip between your lips,
Dripping with lines of suicide.
Your passionate cries seduce my mind,
Compelling me towards your being.
Silent tears scorch my skin
As I choke on your cloud of pain.
My whispers are fresh fallen snow:
Beauty crushed under thick darkness.
A darkness blinding your new eyes.
With a mouth-full of faith,
I finally kiss your unwilling lips.
Bittersweet death doesn't sting,
Because I taste life.
LoveHave you ever loved someone dearly?
Of course you have.
Watched their backs as they walked away,
Kept silent because you weren't sure what to say,
Only had a dollar but wanted to give them the world,
Ignored your friends so you can say hi to them,
It took all you're courage to even talk to them.
Felt down when you see them talking to someone else,
Afraid they would fall for them,
Spent hours thinking about them,
Knew they weren't perfect, but they had no flaws.
Thinking about what they said to you that day.
Could it be a sign? Or shall their feeling remain undefined.
Have you ever had your heart broken?
Of course you have,
Felt like they had stabbed you severally,
Played back everything inside your head endlessly,
Cried over them, even though they didn't love you back,
Hated everyone you know, though you know you shouldn't,
They had you going crazy, why did they leave?
Will the pain go away eventually?
You hate them now, as much as you loved them,
What Happened? Didn't you love them tr
Naruto Seven Minutes In Heaven Obito
Jiraiya stroked his chin as he eyed the renaming female contestants. “We're running out of people I see.” He walked up to you and took your hand, leading you to the center of the room. “No matter, we can always let the girls that are left go twice. Go ahead and pick an item.”
You somewhat timidly placed your hand inside the bucket, saying a quiet prayer to yourself. “Please don't let me get Guy. Please, please don't let me get Guy.” You slowly lifted the item you had chosen from the bucket. It was a pair of child's goggles. They looked familiar, but you couldn't quite place them. “Sorry, I don't know who these belong to.”
No sooner had the words left your lips than Obito moved from his spot in the corner. He slowly walked over to you, looking bored, uninterested, and just all around annoyed. “That, belongs to me.” He seemed offended at the fact that you didn't know.
“Well we aren't off to a ver
Exploding feelings DeidaraXReader part 2
You spent your first night in Deidara's room. He didn't come to his room that night, though.
The next morning, everyone was in a kitchen-like setting. You expected life here to be so much different because of who they were; yet it was as if you lived in a multi-family housing development.
Deidara and a red head were making toast. Deidara burned his and sat down angrily.
"Good job there, brat." The read head's piece of toast was unburned and somehow looked appetizing.
"Shut the hell up Sasori! It's just damned toast, hm!" You sat next to Deidara and ate your simple cereal.
"It's nothing to get worked up over." You pointed out. "You should work on calming your temper." You sat and ate, happy with your statement, trying not to show any interest in Deidara.
"What the hell,mi don't even know you, hm! I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you!" He crossed his arms and stomped his foot.
"Whatever you want." You smiled sarcastically.
"I like this one..." The blue man walked up to you. "I'm Ki
Innocence (73)Tired of mumbling when they mention your name-
Desperate, longing, to simply be sane.
Want to be free, to dance with the wind
No longer thinking what we had was sin.
Used to be open, carefree and young
Long before we knew how love truly stung.
Now so broken with patches and scars,
Thinking this plan has never been ours.
Sure there's a reason for every small tear,
But gratitude is something you will not find here.
Give it some time, let memories build up
Don't think about all the days now corrupt.
Oh to be innocent like I once was,
To answer my questions with words like "Because"
Without having to worry about things in the past...
Not really wondering how long we would last.
When I Was YoungI learned when I was young:
That dreams never come true.
So I stopped dreaming.
I learned when I was young:
That screams are never heard.
So I stopped screaming.
I learned when I was young:
That people do not listen.
So I stopped talking.
I learned when I was young:
That love means only pain.
So I tried to stop loving.
But you wouldn't let me.
So now I ask you:
Don't prove me right.
A Deal with the DemonShe lay beneath the sun's searing flare
Her blood dripping
Into the silver river
Running down her cheeks
And through her hair
"Goodbye," she told the world
Once, this girl was a wealthy princess
Once she was too precious and priceless
Once, she wore the most beautiful dresses
She danced in balls of golden floors
They say the princess made a horrible deal
A deal with the demon of the gold and steel
They say the demon would give her a wheel
Of gold and diamonds if she let him "heal"
Her poor tired soul
The princess agreed for the wheel was tempting
In a matter of seconds her soul was empty
And the demon took over and was now attempting
To rule the whole kingdom and run it his way
The kingdom was corrupted, turned upside-down
And the king was murdered right beneath his crown
And the farmer was homeless and the doctor a clown
And the people rebelling, destroying each town
So they hunted the princess then left her to drown
Now the demon believed that his princess was useless
So he left her
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