Love Me.She falls asleep most every night
To the sound of her parents pointless fight
And clinging tightly to her tear soaked pillow
She goes to school most every day
Wishing she could run away
From all those who torture her
For not being ‘cool’
Her mother, she just plain ignores her
Her father’s never even there
Who would notice if she were gone?
Who would even care?
She just wants to make it quick
To take this razor as her friend
And feel its tender loving kiss
Pressed against her paper skin
She just wants to make it stop
The feeling lonely, sad and hated
She holds the blade up to eye level
I don’t know how long she waited
She presses hard against her skin
And lines of ink bleed from the pen
The blade, it rests there on her knee
On her arm she wrote
WhispersWhispers in the dark that no-one will ever hear
Spark in the charcoal etched corners of my mind;
Flashing lights that make the rough shadows rear.
And then, like blood, wash away and disappear
Leaving nothing but scorch marks and stains behind.
MaybeMaybe I won't be fine
Maybe I don't know what's wrong
Maybe I can't talk about it
But maybe I need you to listen
Maybe the cuts get deeper each time
Maybe too much blood comes out
Maybe you'll try and stop me
But maybe I won't listen
Maybe I want to tell someone
Maybe I need to unload all of my problems
Maybe you're the only one who can help
But maybe I don't want to bother you with my troubles
Maybe I'm just scared
Maybe I've lost hope
Maybe I'm losing control
But maybe I was never in control to begin with
Maybe I like the way things are
Maybe I'm afraid of change
Maybe I get a kick out of being so messed up
But maybe I'd rather be a normal girl
Maybe I don't like people
Maybe I can't live without them
Maybe I need you
But maybe I don't like the way you tear up my heart
Maybe I'm insane
Maybe I'm depressed
Maybe I'm just stressed
But maybe that's who I am
Maybe I need to be accepted
Maybe I'll change who I am for that
Maybe 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 there
In that six by four foot hollow?
Do you think that I would be remembered?
Or would my name burn to ash as soon as
My life is ended?
Could you not bear to be beside me?
Would you leave a grieving mother to think
I 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 then
I’d not leave you alone.
Take care of my family, tell them where to go
If they’re asking after me, where I am
Tell them you know
Would 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 time
Would you miss me?
As you sit and hold yourself close
Like I do now your life is through
Would 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