swooningfangirl

I was afraid of death so I refused to live I was afraid of tears so I refused to laugh I was afraid of heartbreak so I refused to love I was afraid of the world so I refused to explore I was afraid of pain so I refused help I was afraid to weep so I refused emotion I was afraid to lose so I refused winning Now I need to move on. I need to: Win Cry Get help Explore Love Laugh Live

A mother sees a boat go down She hears the word spread all around Her son is not among the three The devils of uncertainty A father sees a plane ablaze And begs to god his son will stay But he never sees his son What god had lost, the devil won A brother heard a violent explosion He pulled out his sister with jerky motions But he had luck, and luck to show And so the devil let him go You will never know how the scale will lean With the devils of uncertainty

I was sixteen when it finally hit me: I was going to die. There wasn't a thing I could do about it. There wasn't anything I could know for sure. There wasn't anything I would ever understand. I had trouble sleeping after this, fearing that it would be the last time I closed my eyes. I was going to die. My heart palpitated and my breath constricted from my throat. I was so smothered, so choked by the concept. I was still alive, but I did not live outside of my cocoon of fear. The haunted truth still hung in a dark corner of my mind. I was going to die. It was always an endless cycle that humanity couldn't explain the start of and could neve

I've been told once before that hell is empty because all the devils are here. I thought it was such a silly idea when I was a child. But then I grew older. I saw the mouth of a devil in a liar and the ears of the devil in a tyrant. I witnessed murderers, rapists, child molesters, and cruelty of all kind through the media. Oh yes, hell is very empty. But we don't need their demons. We create our own.

No, I don't believe in god the same way my mother does. I don't think we should set such different standards of how to live. There are good and evil people from every religion and belief. No, I don't believe in science the same way my father does. I don't think we should mock people for hoping and believing in a higher power. There is arrogance to that, and I want no part of it. No, I don't believe in society the way my high school does. Just because it is popular doesn't mean it isn't wrong. There is vulgarity and disgusting things from every walk of life. No, I don't believe in having children the way the Pope does. I think that having

I have been bullied until I submitted before, But that doesn't make me a victim. Oh no, not for a second. I have tasted defeat of the spirit before, But that doesn't mean I didn't fight for my freedom. Oh no, not for a second. I have made mistakes that I will always regret before, But they don't make me who I am. Oh no, not for a second. If you think I need pity for this instead of kindness, Then you are wrong, because I don't. Not for a second.

Have you ever held a heart of glass? Have you ever angled it against the sun to see the rays bounce back, brilliant enough to blind you? It is heavy- much heavier than it looks. You showcase the heart proudly against the skeptics all around you, even letting a trusted friend hold it for a moment or two. But he was not ready for the weight. It slipped between his fingers and sank to the ground. You hold your breath for a moment, foolishly wishing that the heart would survive the blow. But it doesn't. The people leave you, one by one, but you can't bring yourself to care. They never mattered anyway. The heart doesn't reflect light nearly as

Broken eyes with crippled sight They see the worst and cause the plights Warping opinions, silver- tongued Cause even the wisest to turn and run Fear of being molded, like potter's clay They have a plan, they won't delay Your guard let down, you are afraid That to your loss they'll seek a gain To steal a heart should be a crime You will pay for the broken eyes You fear the worst but see the best Your heart will never meet its rest Allow the heart yet knowing pain You've seen the cracks, you've seen the blaze And yet you stay, bend to their will Their eyes are broken, but yours will spill Stay through the tricks, stay through the lies Who trul

Kindness or stupidity, we may never know Does the greatest reward shrink or grow? Angel's wings may beat their hardest But the struggle's futile if the demon is heartless Wings catch fire and holes will grow Blackest night where once was snow Poorest angel, ti's pity's fool To leave him there may not be cruel Save yourself or save a soul Change blackened heart to glistening gold A trickster's heart, the reddest stain Grave of guile is where they lay Appear as one- a heaven sent The coin of chance an angel spent They say that mercy will serve you well How can it be so if they drag you to hell?