Too wait for your fateThere’s a girl who cries but no one ever knowsShe puts her hair up and ties it with a bowBut at twelve o'clock it falls outWhen it falls so do her tearsHer smile turns to a frownHer muscles ache and her heart poundsThe voices are loud but her lips don’t make a soundShe lies down and closes her eyes and lets out a huge sighWhat if I were to die?She’s sure no one would run by her sideAs the blood would slide down her wristThat would be an awful big riskThen she looks at the stars and see’s them shineThere’s something about the darkness that makes her feel fineSo she waits, and hopes that death will soon not be in her fate.
Jalex: What I didn't know Chapter 2I felt the morning sun burn my face through the window. I couldn’t open my eyes due to the brightness seeping through the curtains. I moaned at my tired aching body.“Oh Alex, last night was so great”. I heard a high pitch voice says.I rolled over into my pillow. I was way too tired to respond.“Sarah?”“Mmmm. I love you Alex baby”.Then I felt someone twirl my hair and twist it all around.“That’s nice”. I replied.Then I felt a slap on my butt.“Get up asshole”. I heard someone say followed by laughter.I rub my eyes adjusting them so I’m not blind. All I saw was little fuzzy dots then the picture became clear. I was lying on a dark blue bed with grey sheets, in an utterly messy room with band and gamer posters covering the wall. Then I turned my head putting my vision into focus and I saw the mysterious boy Jack standing before me with the most sly smile.“Did you like when I played with your hair b
Jalex: What I didn't know Chapter 1. It’s not really hard to explain but it’s not really easy. I’m so happy but in so much pain. Is that possible? Is it possible to be hurting so bad with a solid smile on your face? I’m kind of debating it. I look at my arms where I plead to cut every damn day. If you look at my arms you see some bruised up white kids arms. When I see my arms, I see a scrapbook of horrible memories. Every little bump and scar is a sign of my own self-hate and destruction. Every scar represents some horrid emotion I was feeling, some scary thought I was thinking, or some event that had the blood pouring on my arm. I can’t really tell anyone how I feel. I have to act like this cool kid, because that’s who I am. No one expects it from the jock. I have girls crawling at my door to kiss me but I don’t feel attractive. I have gigs lined up for my band but I don’t feel talented. I have people blowing up my phone but I don’t feel popular. I have g
Big kids nowHey there superman, can you possibly come and save me?There’s just been so much on my mind lately. I’m on the urge of crazy.That girl that always wore the dress, she was too much of a messSo she took a knife that took her life.Let’s go get her some daisies, pray her days are now easy.The boy singing the blues, he’s drowning in deep in the waterHe’ll take a breath under tonight at twelve. Don’t ya remember, now don’t ya remember?The days when you were six, blowing out your candles to make your biggest wishNow you can blow me a kiss, yes blow me a kiss cause now were no longer little kidsAren’t you so happy that you became a big kid now?You got your wish, but excuse me miss… there’s a price you a payBut with a will there’s a wayPretty darling don’t you cry, I’m so sorry this song can’t be a lullabySee the blon