Dear God ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here listening to the album you gave me for Christmas and wondering where you went. I don't know why I'm writing or who I'm writing to-the boy who died or the pone who took his place.
But whichever one is actually getting this should know that I miss him. Joe, I miss you. And I know you have no reason to listen to me, but I want to ( Read more... )

Oh God, this is not okay.
Mess with my life if you want--pull me up and down across the field of normal emotions;
manic laughter and freak-outs of depression.
But don't bring them with me!
Punish me if you want
[for what, for what?]
but they've done nothing wrong.
She loves him,
please, she loves him.
Don't take him away.
She breaks and
I break.
Can we all not ( Read more... )

How can I begin to describe to you what it feels like to lose hope? To close your eyes and see only a thousand angels spiraling downwards, slamming to the ground with tattered wings? To watch the one whose footsteps you follow stumble and fall, and know that if she trips and struggles to rise that there's no hope for you? To look up and see nothing ( Read more... )

Started at school today; finished now.

If anyone touches me I’ll go insane. They don’t understand what confusion means. All I want to do is sleep. I don’t want to be here. I hate this. I am not comfortable with the Beloved right now; I have no where else to go. I despise myself. I want it all to stop. Make it go away.

I don’t want this to come ( Read more... )