Those who are heartless once cared too much by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
Those who are heartless once cared too much
We always make fun of those who weep in the dark,
Those who claim to never love anyone.
We laugh in the face of those who are most honest,
Those who need the comfort more than we could ever imagine.
We ignore the ones who need us the most,
Brush them off as desperate and needy.
It doesn't matter to us that we can't see who they really are,
That we don't understand what they're going through.
It's not part of our lives,
It doesn't concern us.
We, as a human race, have never been more wrong.
If I go, would you follow? by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
If I go, would you follow?
'What would you do if I died today?'
Would you mourn,
Cry until your heart could no longer bleed?
Would you just turn your head,
Walk away just like everyone else?
Would you stop and think,
About all the fun we had together?
Would you just get up and move on,
Leaving me but a body in the ground?
I ask this question with concern,
Worry,
Scared for what you could possibly say.
But for you- for you the answer is simple.
"I would die tomorrow."
Wheels within your mind by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
Wheels within your mind
You can't remember anything,
the only thing you have is a blurry vision.
You see half remembered faces,
and scream half remembered names,
but to whom do they belong?
You see bits and pieces,
only shattered thoughts,
like a revolving door in a half forgotten dream.
Is this really your mind,
is this what you were before?
Sleep and don't awake by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
Sleep and don't awake
We just go to sleep in the end.
Lay down,
close our eyes,
and fall into a slumber that we'll never wake up from.
It's not so bad,
death.
Scary only to those who are guilty.
Guilt of not doing what they wanted to,
or those who wanted to forgive but never got the chance,
or those who wanted to forget.
Death isn't so bad.
Just think of it as sleep.
A sleep we all fall into a no one wakes.
Maybe...maybe it will get better.
Maybe I'll be able to walk outside,
without breaking down in the middle of a store,
or be the social outcast.
Maybe a day will come when I'll have friends again,
when I can actually talk to you.
Maybe a day will come when I could hold you again,
Love you and tell you how much you mean to me.
Maybe a day will come...
Maybe..
From bad to ok by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
From bad to ok
The days drag on,
and things get worse.
You waste away,
talking to no one,
like you're not even alive.
It's not that bad,
you tell yourself as you stare in the mirror,
it isn't that noticeable.
Oh, but it is.
YOur eyes sink in the slightest,
your jaw is more prominent with no fat around them,
your fingers are bone thin.
But you don't care,
let them see.
It doesn't hurt anymore,
life isn't hard.
Life is...okay, for once.
The dreams we had turned into static by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
The dreams we had turned into static
The dreams we once had,
the life we once shared.
We were in love,
we were happy.
But you had to ruin it all, didn't you?
The drinking,
the gambling.
You wasted everything on drinks and cards and bets.
Bets you knew you would lose.
So this is the result.
You have no friends,
there is no more life in your eyes.
And the dreams we had turned into static.
So this is it,
the final goodbye.
I can't do this anymore,
not after the last time,
no after nearly getting yourself killed.
So this is it,
my side of the story.
When all is gone by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
When all is gone
Are we ready?
Are we prepared?
For things we have dreamed,
and seen, we haven't dared.
We hear tales,
old legends.
We predict the future,
the outcome of what is left.
The younger ones hear stories about the way it used to be,
about iphones, and x-boxes and how the world enging was just in movies and games.
But all of that's gone now.
We survive on instinct,
on skills we have taught ourselves in the small spare time we have.
There are no more jokes,
no more games,
no more horse-play.
All of that is gone now.
And so are most of us.
Just when you think you knew by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
Just when you think you knew
I thought you were supposed to be there for me.
I was hurting,
alone,
confused,
and you were supposed to be there.
But no, you were just like everybody else.
You forgot me,
you left me,
completely abandoned me.
And I thought I knew you.
I thought i could talk to you to make me feel better,
but you just made it worse.
You never really cared, did you?
God, I was so pathetic.
The horror is done,
the job is complete.
Your eyes flash wildly,
the red glaring in the light.
You smile,
your lips rip and tear.
They're too dry to bleed,
leaving you with a sick satisfaction.
Your hair whips,
some stinging you in the eye.
You don't flinch.
You don't care.
You look around again,
admiring everything You've destroyed.
You remember the souls of everyone you killed and that filling is in your gut again.
You remember once,
when you liked them.
When you trusted someone so easily,
loved so easily.
That's all this was for though, wasn't it?
No.
It was for so much more,
for seeing the pain in others eyes,
heari
Those who are heartless once cared too much by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
Those who are heartless once cared too much
We always make fun of those who weep in the dark,
Those who claim to never love anyone.
We laugh in the face of those who are most honest,
Those who need the comfort more than we could ever imagine.
We ignore the ones who need us the most,
Brush them off as desperate and needy.
It doesn't matter to us that we can't see who they really are,
That we don't understand what they're going through.
It's not part of our lives,
It doesn't concern us.
We, as a human race, have never been more wrong.
If I go, would you follow? by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
If I go, would you follow?
'What would you do if I died today?'
Would you mourn,
Cry until your heart could no longer bleed?
Would you just turn your head,
Walk away just like everyone else?
Would you stop and think,
About all the fun we had together?
Would you just get up and move on,
Leaving me but a body in the ground?
I ask this question with concern,
Worry,
Scared for what you could possibly say.
But for you- for you the answer is simple.
"I would die tomorrow."
Wheels within your mind by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
Wheels within your mind
You can't remember anything,
the only thing you have is a blurry vision.
You see half remembered faces,
and scream half remembered names,
but to whom do they belong?
You see bits and pieces,
only shattered thoughts,
like a revolving door in a half forgotten dream.
Is this really your mind,
is this what you were before?
Sleep and don't awake by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
Sleep and don't awake
We just go to sleep in the end.
Lay down,
close our eyes,
and fall into a slumber that we'll never wake up from.
It's not so bad,
death.
Scary only to those who are guilty.
Guilt of not doing what they wanted to,
or those who wanted to forgive but never got the chance,
or those who wanted to forget.
Death isn't so bad.
Just think of it as sleep.
A sleep we all fall into a no one wakes.
Maybe...maybe it will get better.
Maybe I'll be able to walk outside,
without breaking down in the middle of a store,
or be the social outcast.
Maybe a day will come when I'll have friends again,
when I can actually talk to you.
Maybe a day will come when I could hold you again,
Love you and tell you how much you mean to me.
Maybe a day will come...
Maybe..
From bad to ok by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
From bad to ok
The days drag on,
and things get worse.
You waste away,
talking to no one,
like you're not even alive.
It's not that bad,
you tell yourself as you stare in the mirror,
it isn't that noticeable.
Oh, but it is.
YOur eyes sink in the slightest,
your jaw is more prominent with no fat around them,
your fingers are bone thin.
But you don't care,
let them see.
It doesn't hurt anymore,
life isn't hard.
Life is...okay, for once.
The dreams we had turned into static by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
The dreams we had turned into static
The dreams we once had,
the life we once shared.
We were in love,
we were happy.
But you had to ruin it all, didn't you?
The drinking,
the gambling.
You wasted everything on drinks and cards and bets.
Bets you knew you would lose.
So this is the result.
You have no friends,
there is no more life in your eyes.
And the dreams we had turned into static.
So this is it,
the final goodbye.
I can't do this anymore,
not after the last time,
no after nearly getting yourself killed.
So this is it,
my side of the story.
When all is gone by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
When all is gone
Are we ready?
Are we prepared?
For things we have dreamed,
and seen, we haven't dared.
We hear tales,
old legends.
We predict the future,
the outcome of what is left.
The younger ones hear stories about the way it used to be,
about iphones, and x-boxes and how the world enging was just in movies and games.
But all of that's gone now.
We survive on instinct,
on skills we have taught ourselves in the small spare time we have.
There are no more jokes,
no more games,
no more horse-play.
All of that is gone now.
And so are most of us.
Just when you think you knew by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
Just when you think you knew
I thought you were supposed to be there for me.
I was hurting,
alone,
confused,
and you were supposed to be there.
But no, you were just like everybody else.
You forgot me,
you left me,
completely abandoned me.
And I thought I knew you.
I thought i could talk to you to make me feel better,
but you just made it worse.
You never really cared, did you?
God, I was so pathetic.
The horror is done,
the job is complete.
Your eyes flash wildly,
the red glaring in the light.
You smile,
your lips rip and tear.
They're too dry to bleed,
leaving you with a sick satisfaction.
Your hair whips,
some stinging you in the eye.
You don't flinch.
You don't care.
You look around again,
admiring everything You've destroyed.
You remember the souls of everyone you killed and that filling is in your gut again.
You remember once,
when you liked them.
When you trusted someone so easily,
loved so easily.
That's all this was for though, wasn't it?
No.
It was for so much more,
for seeing the pain in others eyes,
heari
So different from what everything seemed by already-halfway-gone, literature
Literature
So different from what everything seemed
Everything feels so different,
Now that i've seen another side of you.
I see why you kept that side hidden,
it wasn't exactly normal.
It was like you were a different person,
someone I didn't know.
It was scary,
to be honest.
Bloody terrifying,at that.
But now I know.
Know you can be someone else completely.
Someone who makes me want to run and hide,
cry myself to sleep at night.
Someone who makes me want to scream at the sky,
"Why? Why me? Why us?"
But then I remember.
I loved you once.
Never again.
I was on tumblr and I saw this thing and I thought it would be good. p.s. it was some question thingy.
IF YOU COULD PICK YOUR FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND LOVED ONES, AND EVEN MORTAL ENEMIES WHO WOULD THEY BE? (P.S. they have to be famous)
1.Parents- Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka
2.Boyfriend-James Mcavoy
3.Girlfriend-Amy Lee
4.Brother-Martin Freeman
5.Sister-Gwyneth Paltrow
6.Best Boy friend-Jared padalecki
7.Best girl friend-Scarlett Johansson
8.Gay best friend-Misha Collins (and Tom Hiddleston. lol. it would be both)
9.Work Partner- Jensen Ackles
10.The Boss- Jim Beaver
11.Husband- Daniel Craig (lol)
12.Wife- Hayley Atwell
!3.
im seriosuly crying right now.
reason: i was doing my own thing, minding my own business (reading LoTR fics, lol) when Maroon 5's "sad" came on. it put me in a sad mood.
So, i decided to look up really sad destiel fics.
WORST.IDEA.EVER.
I've bawled my eyes out over one,
sobbed over another,
chocked because i was crying So hard on another.
CURSE TALENTED WRITERS.
THEY TURN ME INTO AN EMOTIONAL MESS.
ARGGH *GURGLES THROUGH TEARS*
anyway, carry on. lol
*runs into a corner and sobs*
Hi guys! I'm back! school sucks so that was holding me back, and then all this other crap. *whispers* hhhhhiiiiii llllaaaaacccyyyy. *waves and tackles with a hug* ermahgerd i have missed you so effin much, love. <3 also, i have a funny story to tell. :) talk to you soon. :) *hugs all around*
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