

Let's Have a ToastHere's to the things that you want but can never have. To the moments when you finally breakdown and cry for hours when you know it won't help. Here's to the friends who stab you right in the face instead of your back and to the one's you do it to. Here's to the girls that cry late at night with no one to call because no one will listen. Here's to the ones who don't answer when you finally do. Here's to the boys that take your breath away, but never let you inhale. To the boys who break your heart and never even notice. Here's to when the man you thought would never come finally does, but its already too late. To the moments when you wish eveLet's Have a Toast


Maybe We'll Turn it AroundThe air she breathes in is like poison, the ground she walks on like quicksand and the hurt she feels when no one is looking is like unsharpened knives attempting to penetrate her heart. There is only so much more that she can take before it all just ends. She wishes that she would get in accidents, kidnappings or beatings just so that she can be able to feel anything but her broken heart. No one to depend on, nothing to wish for, no one to notice. Noticing that she is just a shell with nothing inside but pain and loneliness. The sun is bright as she steps to the edge of the sharp cliff. Her toes burn against the hot Earth as she looks down iMaybe We'll Turn it Around


No Beauty in this BreakdownDon't tell me you're not faking it. You don't smile as wide as you used to, don't laugh like you did. I miss the dimples in your cheeks and the way you picked me up after a hard day. I even miss how mad you got when I hung out with other guys. You used to do all those things. Now all you do is pretend that everything is okay. I can't help but be sad every time i look at you, knowing that its not the same anymore. I'm afraid to pick up the phone when you call thinking that in one swift kick, you'll end things all together. It won't get better this time, but i can't say goodbye to the last good thing in my life. Please don't be angry, baby. JusNo Beauty in this Breakdown


EndingShe looked up at the man who was currently shattering her bones with every swift kick of his boots, and wiped blood away from her mouth. "Why did you tell the police on me, miss goody two shoes?" he asked angrily with a hint of sarcasm. "Can't handle what i do to you?" he asked, not waiting for a reply from me as he kicked me in the ribs again with his steel-toed boots. I convulsed and spat out more blood. If he kept this up, i would be dead soon. But I would not give him the satisfaction of an answer. He needed to dig himself a deeper hole first, since the police were taping this whole conversation and he was talking far too much. "At first,Ending
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"I wasn't kidding when I asked you to be safe." -Edward Cullen
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do not die you are not unpleasant to my eyes
btw your poems dont suck
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falling from broken wings
the wave that drowns me
closed eyes, forever dreamless
the love you never gave
sent with a black kiss
when my heart was breaking
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do not die you are not unpleasant to my eyes
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falling from broken wings
the wave that drowns me
closed eyes, forever dreamless
the love you never gave
sent with a black kiss
when my heart was breaking
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do not die you are not unpleasant to my eyes
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falling from broken wings
the wave that drowns me
closed eyes, forever dreamless
the love you never gave
sent with a black kiss
when my heart was breaking
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