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A lost love.This, I had to live with.A lost love. by ~carlycullen
I loved the black haired boy.
He jabbed me in the side to get a smile out of me and made me smile.
We accepted me for what I did wrong, and I the same.
I saw the good, and the bad in him, and we were perfect together.
Until he left.
I still look at his Facebook.
I cried slightly at his graduation photo.
I wish to be in his arms again.
To be cared about, and when the littlest thing was wrong, asked if I was okay.
Even if I was just tired and sleepy.
To teasingly steal my pencil and made me fight him to get it back.
I had it from him, until he left.
All I could ever ask for was him.
He was perfect.
Black hair, green
SometimesSometimes I wish book characters were realSometimes by ~carlycullen
Then I wouldn't feel so alone in this world
Some say they know how I feel
Understand what I'm going through
But they don't.
Sometimes I wish anime characters were real
Then I wouldn't feel so alone by my self
My friends have their obsessions with characters
But they'll never understand how I feel
Never.
Sometimes I wish television characters were real
Then I'd have people behind me
Someone to tell me secrets to
Who would never spill a peep
No one would under stand me.
Sometimes I wish my friends weren't so fake
Then I'd feel happy in this world
Making fun and lying behind my back
Depleting my hope
A Dream of DeathI used to dream my death through anothers eyes.A Dream of Death by ~carlycullen
Sitting there, watching.
Not able to do anything to help my self.
Only comfort.
Watching the once green and brown glimmering eyes, loose their light.
A last breath.
Watching as my hand loosened on the girls I saw through.
Trying to convince my self that it's okay.
Keep trying.
You'll make it through.
But, in everyone, I die so young...
My Demon In the Shadows I sat in an ally, close to my self. It was snowing heavily, and no one would care about me very much. All I had on was a thin shirt and an overly large hoodie, skinny jeans, and a pair of classic chucks. My mom died in a car crash a week ago, and my dad just decided he could kick me out of the house. I pulled a pack of cigarets out of my pocket and took one out, and lit it.My Demon In the Shadows by ~carlycullen
He didn't give me any money or let me have any of my things. He just kicked me out, and I wore what I was wearing when I went to school that day. Now, I sit here as the snow falls, having to deal with the cold. Sometimes people give me money or something and I get some
Just stuff about me~ 
Donate| I've been doing more story works, but some of my earlier stories were done in journal form. Thanks for reading and adding to your favorites. |
