pain fills my दिल and brings me to the darkside where I reside for awhile. Until I'm grabbed द्वारा the hand and pulled out द्वारा a so-called friend who just pushes me back in and leaves me to cry in the darkest corner of my heart. I feel like I'm being ripped apart, limb द्वारा limb, every string of my दिल played द्वारा the devil's hand. I feel like I'm not whole, like I'm nothing without him. The one one who killed his best friend, the one who left me alone, I didn't know how to swim. All I want is him to come back and hurt me again. He was my only friend, या so I thought, but when he slapped me across my face, that's emotion आप can't replace and I faced it everyday या so for a साल and a half. Don't try to sympathize because I know with my दिल and soul that आप will leave and let me go with crappy bittersweet goodbyes...

Black roses;
They became the गुलाब that where once red,
They became this Black when my दिल bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my दिल follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart


Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful आप are,
Your as raidient as a shining star

Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip



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Quietly, he waits. She laughs. He feels no trace of doubt. At the strike of the clock, he shoots. She falls. Her blood blossoms on her forehead like a blood red rose. His revenge is complete. He stalks away....


Yes, I am insane.
What about you?
Yes, I'm insane.
Aren't you, too?
Yes, I have issues.
Don't you?
No, I'm not stupid.
Because, yes, आप are, too.
No, I'm not an idiot.
Because that's who आप are.
आप are retarded.
I really hate you.
Yes, I'm insane.
And आप are, too.

To her, memeories are a painful reminder of the past. She has a box full of them. She has an idea. She takes the box full of memories to a field. She opens it and takes out the worst memory of all. It's a picture of them smiling. She gets angry and rips it in half. She takes a lighter and sets the picture on fire. She sets it on the box. All the memeories she kept hidden, go up in flames. She smiles, then leaves. The flames eventually die down. Her memories are completely lost. And she's happy about it.