Love Me.She falls asleep most every nightTo the sound of her parents pointless fightAnd clinging tightly to her tear soaked pillowShe goes to school most every dayWishing she could run awayFrom all those who torture herFor not being ‘cool’Her mother, she just plain ignores herHer father’s never even thereWho would notice if she were gone?Who would even care?She just wants to make it quickTo take this razor as her friendAnd feel its tender loving kissPressed against her paper skinShe just wants to make it stopThe feeling lonely, sad and hatedShe holds the blade up to eye levelI don’t know how long she waitedShe presses hard against her skinAnd lines of ink bleed from the penThe blade, it rests there on her kneeOn her arm she wrote“Love me...”
WhispersWhispers in the dark that no-one will ever hearSpark in the charcoal etched corners of my mind;Flashing lights that make the rough shadows rear.And then, like blood, wash away and disappearLeaving nothing but scorch marks and stains behind.
MaybeMaybe I won't be fineMaybe I don't know what's wrongMaybe I can't talk about itBut maybe I need you to listenMaybe the cuts get deeper each timeMaybe too much blood comes outMaybe you'll try and stop meBut maybe I won't listenMaybe I want to tell someoneMaybe I need to unload all of my problemsMaybe you're the only one who can helpBut maybe I don't want to bother you with my troublesMaybe I'm just scaredMaybe I've lost hopeMaybe I'm losing controlBut maybe I was never in control to begin withMaybe I like the way things areMaybe I'm afraid of changeMaybe I get a kick out of being so messed upBut maybe I'd rather be a normal girlMaybe I don't like peopleMaybe I can't live without themMaybe I need youBut maybe I don't like the way you tear up my heartMaybe I'm insaneMaybe I'm depressedMaybe I'm just stressedBut maybe that's who I amMaybe I need to be acceptedMaybe I'll change who I am for thatMaybe I'm an outsi
Would You Miss Me?Would you miss me, if I said I’d die tomorrow?Would you kiss me, as I lay thereIn that six by four foot hollow?Do you think that I would be remembered?Or would my name burn to ash as soon asMy life is ended?Could you not bear to be beside me?Would you leave a grieving mother to thinkI am where she should be?Would you miss me, if I said I’d not be home?I love you and if I had a choice thenI’d not leave you alone.Take care of my family, tell them where to goIf they’re asking after me, where I amTell them you knowWould you tell me that you’d not loved completely?Until we held hands and you knew that you were,In love with me?Would you ask for money that you think you’re due?Or would you want the book of poetry,That’s all about you?Would you miss me?As I hang up the phone for the last timeWould you miss me?As you sit and hold yourself closeLike I do now your life is throughWould you miss me,Like I still miss you?
Grip me or Free me (3/4)Grip me or free me (3/4) Finn’s vision turned into tunnel vision. Everything at the edges was dark and the only thing he could see was the necklace resting at the palm of his hand. The gold of it was opaque, and dingy, just like the gold he had found with Jake in their adventures together. His mind raced with everything…everything but that of what the necklace meant. He thought of different ways to polish and bring the shine back to the gold; to make it new again. “Finn, you have to look inside of it.” He could hear Marceline’s voice telling him to look, but he didn’t want to. He felt as if he remembered the locket, yet he couldn’t be sure. “W-where did you…” He paused not sure how to continue his question, “get this locket?” “Open it Finn. Just open it.” She beseeched. Taking a deep breath, and holding it, he opened the locket. He could feel Marceline looking over h
Grip me or Free me (2/4)Grip me or Free me (2/4) “What?” They said at the same time. Both were shocked into silence, as they stared at each other. Marceline opened her mouth, but quickly closed it. Had he really said what she thought she heard him say? Better yet; had she really said it too? She didn’t have it in mind to tell him she loved him, but to tell him the reason for their journey. What had made her tell him she loved him? “I don’t know if I heard correctly or if it was just my imagination Marceline.” Finn paused hesitantly, “But I really like you.” He kicked the ground with the tip of his shoe, looking nervous. “I know you probably think that I’m just some stupid kid for even thinking that anything can happen between us, but…I just; I do have the courage to at least tell you how I feel. Even if you reject me…I at least—” Marceline had moved forward to seal his lips with he
The Curse of the New HeartThe events that took place on the roof were still a bit of a blur to Sherlock. He could remember his fear, the hopelessness that had engulfed him as he called John to say goodbye. He fell, and everything turned black. Then he woke up.The next few days had been worse than his panic in Dartmoor. He had found himself alone in an old sewer tunnel, lost and without his phone. All he had was his blood stained clothes and a pocket watch.He was unscathed, but everything felt off. His mind was working faster than ever, but at the same time he did not feel overwhelmed. At least not by the work. The new, random, impossible information flooding his head was the problem. He could not believe it, the whispers that he was not human, but an alien from a planet galaxies away.Sherlock had wondered if he was in some sort of afterlife, despite his disbelief of such a thing.The whole idea of life after death was to comfort those who needed it, and so he discarded that theory.There was a simple test, b