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This is to pushing on the splintered walls of the world, trying to break free. This is to 4am phone calls and tears that can't be wiped away by tissues. This is to red wine and cigarettes on the bathroom floor, to the boy that didn't love her back. This is to valued letters and notes that got lost in the washer, torn into a million little pieces. This is for unwanted help, and most needed attention; to the girls that put up away messages in hopes he'll understand. This is to not only the guys being heartbreakers, but the girls as well.
This is to the victims and victimizers; to the people that couldn't help it when they bled. This is to those that had their hearts ripped from their sleeves. This is to those who live with a heart that has long since been broken. This is to all the " What if?"'s and the wishes that'll never come true. This is to feeling so desperate, but not being able to help it, because all you want is them back. This is to all the words you never said and to the ones we choke on. This is to holding your breath in that one perfect moment and being terrified that you'll blink and it'll all be gone.
This is to when it is all gone and you feel like you have nothing left. This is to realizing that it wasn't your fault. And that they are never coming back. This is to those who never got to say goodbye after saying something harsh before they left. This is to everything you thought once meant something and never did. This is to the tomorrows that are just another thing to get through. This is to realizing that you are your own (and everyone else's) worst enemy. This is to those who are dying to be alive.
This is to sticking your finger down your throat, in hopes that they'll accept you. This is to every tear you've wasted on people who never cared. This is to sitting and waiting for your phone to ring. This is to being ignored and trying to be imperfectly perfect. This is to the girl behind that smile. This is to those movies and magazines, the ones that make girls stop eating, stop breathing...stop caring. This is to wanting to speak the most honest words you've ever spoken in your life, not knowing whether they should bring you closer to living or dying.
This is to the night when feelings changed. This is to the broken mirror and the blood on your ankle. This is to eye contact, avoiding it, keeping it, trying to hide it. This is to feeling emotionless, and watching yourself bleed to know you still feel. This is to the girl that never gives up, this is to the boy that lets her give up. This is for teaching yourself how to care, when it's the last thing you want to do. This is to the ones who still care, reciting promises of forever.
THIS IS TO
kiikii added this comment 2008-02-28 21:24:14-06:00
<3
tofu added this comment 2008-02-27 23:13:48-06:00
great, strong imagery, i really enjoyed it
kiikii added this comment 2008-02-28 21:24:14-06:00
<3
tofu added this comment 2008-02-27 23:13:48-06:00
great, strong imagery, i really enjoyed it