Fall To Pieces by Mysterie (best e books to read txt) 📖
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Gone
They clawed at my skin.
Tearing it to shreds.
Leaving the blooding spilling from my dying body.
Their faces twisted into an unimaginable terror.
Screaming out to me.
Help! Help!
They reached for me trying to find an anchor.
To keep them in this world.
But I’m slowly fading with them.
Dying…Dying…
I myself am screaming for help.
To a world who ignores my cries.
The pain. Oh the pain.
Is unlike anything I have ever felt.
Striping me of my soul.
Killing the very core of my being.
Leaving me cold. Very cold.
This is how they feel.
Helpless. Lost. Afraid.
It hurts.
Worse than any pain.
I let go of myself.
And fall. Fall.
Into an eternal abyss.
Letting the darkness engulf me.
Letting it drown out my cries.
As well as those who fall with me.
Dying
My heart.
Torn.
My feelings.
Gone.
Blood spilling from open wounds.
Tears leave tracks down my face.
Pain makes me scream.
The room swirls around me.
Voices echo.
Yelling.
Pain makes me blind.
I cut.
Another mark.
Red. Bleeding.
Blood drips onto the floor.
Staining the wood.
I breath out.
Slipping away.
Into hell.
Along with the pain.
You Told Me
You told me never to fear,
But I do
You told me never to worry,
But I do
You told me never to be weak,
But I am
You told me never to cry,
But I do
You told me to always believe,
But I don't
You told me never give in,
But I did
You told me you loved me,
Oh what a lie
Thoughts Of You
Thoughts of you swirl in my head,
Sometimes even thoughts of dread,
Thoughts of you stop my heart,
And eventually tear me apart,
Thoughts of you spill my blood,
Flowing through cuts like a flood,
Thoughts of you are killing,
But yet your still stealing,
My love and my very heart,
Just so you can tear me apart.
Death
I do not fear death, I am only fascinated by it.
Death is like being reborn into a different body.
It is a new way to see life.
It is a painless movie that will last forever.
It is an unexpected gift to those hurting.
Death is a savior not an enemy.
Death is hope that a new day will come.
It is a hope that no one thinks about.
While others are scared some are mesmerized.
Death is gift surrounded in sorrow.
But it is a dream clouded in mystery.
You
You took hold of my heart,
Telling me you loved me,
Now it's broken to pieces.
I try to mend the open wounds,
But they flow more crimson,
With each passing moment.
My heart is a shattered mirror,
Refelcting horriable images,
Of you and me.
Now i lay here dieing,
The memories piercing the open wounds,
Bleeding me of my life.
Nightmare
As i sit here,
Death sweeping over me,
Like a nightmare trapping you with its claws-
I see the familiar faces,
Of everyone close to me,
Streaked with sadness-
Their tears blood red,
Like the life draining from me,
I reach out trying to grab hold-
I feel an unwelcome coldness,
Creep into my weak heart,
Making me gasp-
As i take my last breath,
The tears of others dripped onto me,
As the nightmare slowly faded,
Taking me with it-
Around Me
The tears rolled down my face,
As your blood ran out,
It spilled to pools around me.
You are my dying flower,
Petals of a broken soul,
Falling all around me.
Your arms laid limp,
And your face stayed still,
I fell into darkness with you around me.
No longer I need to be without you,
You are mine forever as we are angels in heaven,
Your arms forever around me.
They Say
They say the heart is like a delicate flower but they break it any chance they get.
They say that they love you then turn their backs on you.
They say they'll be there for you when your in the
dark but leave you there anyway.
They say their sorry but don't really mean it.
They say kind things to your face then talk trash behind your back.
They say their your friend but leave you to face the world alone.
They say they feel your hurt but also hurt you.
They say lot's of things but I'm not listening.
Publication Date: 05-28-2011
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