Serena
Finally Saturday came. Friday had dragged on forever, in opinion.
I'd been half there on Thursday after he'd asked me out, and as soon as I got home, I called Tia, and it might have been me, but I was sure she sounded smug. We started planning what I was going to wear, and we even made plans to go shopping on Friday after school.
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My dad had left my mom and I when I was barely two years old. My mom had had me when she was nineteen, she still had that faded prettiness. I was told I looked like her, but I'm not sure that's true. My mom was my best friend, and she still is.
So, in Michigan, when my first boyfriend broke up with me in front of everyone, after we'd been together for almost a year, my mom helped me by tacking pictures of him to the dartboard and enrolling me in modelling classes.
I came back from that stronger, and with the ability to walk confidently in killer heels.
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So when I came home, the first person I told before I called Tia, was my mom.
Kate Meyer was an independant, beautiful woman who always gave good advice. I wish I was like her.
My mom never told me what I should and shouldn't do, she said I needed to make my own mistakes, and when I did, she helped me pick myself up again.
My mom was leaning against the modern granite counter in our kitchen, reading a magazine, when I burst into the house.
I told her what happened, and all she said was, "Knock yourself out," and went back to reading her magazine.
That was when I'd run upstairs to call Tia.
Tia
When the phone rang, I didn't expect it to be for me.
My older brother, Trent, who dwarfs me by almost two and a half feet, even if he IS a senior, picked it up, and when he stated to the person calling that I was busy being superficial (come on, I was only checking my outfit for tomorrow in the mirror) I sprinted down the hall and snatched it out of his hands.
Finally Saturday came. Friday had dragged on forever, in opinion.
I'd been half there on Thursday after he'd asked me out, and as soon as I got home, I called Tia, and it might have been me, but I was sure she sounded smug. We started planning what I was going to wear, and we even made plans to go shopping on Friday after school.
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My dad had left my mom and I when I was barely two years old. My mom had had me when she was nineteen, she still had that faded prettiness. I was told I looked like her, but I'm not sure that's true. My mom was my best friend, and she still is.
So, in Michigan, when my first boyfriend broke up with me in front of everyone, after we'd been together for almost a year, my mom helped me by tacking pictures of him to the dartboard and enrolling me in modelling classes.
I came back from that stronger, and with the ability to walk confidently in killer heels.
**************************************************
So when I came home, the first person I told before I called Tia, was my mom.
Kate Meyer was an independant, beautiful woman who always gave good advice. I wish I was like her.
My mom never told me what I should and shouldn't do, she said I needed to make my own mistakes, and when I did, she helped me pick myself up again.
My mom was leaning against the modern granite counter in our kitchen, reading a magazine, when I burst into the house.
I told her what happened, and all she said was, "Knock yourself out," and went back to reading her magazine.
That was when I'd run upstairs to call Tia.
Tia
When the phone rang, I didn't expect it to be for me.
My older brother, Trent, who dwarfs me by almost two and a half feet, even if he IS a senior, picked it up, and when he stated to the person calling that I was busy being superficial (come on, I was only checking my outfit for tomorrow in the mirror) I sprinted down the hall and snatched it out of his hands.
when i just have been through the worse in my life
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need more and more and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me or to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain
my eyes turn black,my skin turns white
i'll be like a ghost
life has been sucked right from me
i feel my skin tearing apart like it's going to shred
i'm shaking and lonely and cold
but it's funny that my only savior is just a little sharp metal thing
just a small razor can heal me that much?!
better than anybody i have ever known
i slide my left arm just a little as a start and i feel like i need more and more and more...
until i can not get enough
but then i feel so good,almost satisfied
watching my blood spilling on the floor,drop after drop very slowly
that's just the hottest painful pleasure i have ever experienced
i feel so unbalanced,so numb
i don't know if i need someone to touch me or to shoot me to know that i'm still alive
but i know i won't stop
i'll cut myself and fuck the wound
i'll lick my blood for all my pain
Sobriety is beyond a horizon for you,
One you won't be alive to even get to.
Your mind is set to be dead in 10
Years, my fears, my tears,
don't matter, your emotionless, here.
My bothersome phone calls,
"I'm just checking in"
"Yeah, I don't care"
I can't ever win.
My eyes are taped open,
horrific images replay,
and even when I close them,
they're imprinted in my mind,
they're there to stay.
Blackness engulfs me,
like a whirlpool of nothing,
Your arch nemesis,
Your pal,
Your meaningless suffering.
Why do you do this,
to yourself, and to me?
I don't get why you mess around,
just let yourself be!
One you won't be alive to even get to.
Your mind is set to be dead in 10
Years, my fears, my tears,
don't matter, your emotionless, here.
My bothersome phone calls,
"I'm just checking in"
"Yeah, I don't care"
I can't ever win.
My eyes are taped open,
horrific images replay,
and even when I close them,
they're imprinted in my mind,
they're there to stay.
Blackness engulfs me,
like a whirlpool of nothing,
Your arch nemesis,
Your pal,
Your meaningless suffering.
Why do you do this,
to yourself, and to me?
I don't get why you mess around,
just let yourself be!