She watches. She wonders. She waits. She can't do anything about it. Every secondo of every giorno ticking away like a bomb. Too scared to act until it's too late. She realizes it's hopeless. "How could I be so stupid?" she asks herself. She can't help hoping, wishing, dreaming. "All of it is useless," she tells herself. But if she lets go, what reason would there be to live? Time ticks away. She can't do anything. She wonders if it would be worth it. Even if she doesn't do anything, she'll wonder if it was the right choice. Hating herself for not doing anything. Wishing she could have done more. An endless cycle. Wishing it would stop. She hopes time will heal her. o maybe, it will make it worse.

They all have their eyes on the same thing. To them, it's just a competition to see who can be the prettiest with the mst makeup. They think that will impress him. Maybe it works. Maybe it just makes them look stupid. They're like lights attracting moths. Innocent-looking at first, but turn deadly if te let them. Killers in pink. Turning innocent people to a life of pink, palstic, and perfume. They think it'll work. Well I refuse. No matter how many Friends get turned to plastic, I will NEVER give in. We will find our own way before this world turns to one giant dollhouse.

i can hear the cracking of the walls.
ready to crumble. her world falls.
alone and desperate, she wonders, why?
taking precautions. moving things along,
there is no room for misfortune.
suddenly without warning. hope is lost.
numb with fear she realizes that it was all for nothing!
blood sweat and tears do not prevail.
who detto if te want something bad enough te can make it happen?
LOST! no one can change fate. no one can live anothers life.
NO ONE will ever know what its fucking like to be me.
always agonizing in the distressed tourture the world bullshit the world tries to shove down my throat.
my cuore is broken. my mind is warped. damaged.
nothing to lose so bring it motherfucker im always battle ready!
always on the front line, i stand strong! yet just longing for someone to understand.

listless drops of tears, timeless ,shameless. alone to be showered in the light of a dream unreal, so surreal. knowledge.deterioration hurts. the cut of the wound the pain of the slice, burning, dying, my life is withering. Lost spirit rises forth. dancing Canto thrusting through a whilrwind of lite, projected da the purity of stars. melting. recreating life. yet another to walk a nother path, another one. maybe another time! perserverence will finally shine. but, the cycle is solid.
the tear once again falls. all alone all along all to be. once the vast deterioration begins i carry it. its my attraversare, croce my penance, my life. now everything i touch is in ruins, crumbling, melting, falling away. just out of reach accepting not to receive. all gone all alone all me. just left to be. the withering mind of a child the listless cuore from my scars. all meaningless to te but a slow deterioration to me. once again, all JUST INEXPLICABLE!!!!!

A surplex life rotated to complex dreams
where does it all start where did it all bgin.
desperate. tired.
she walks alone a lifetime path.
so unfullfilling.
she pauses, feels light. o is it death?
he pauses. finding each other ...
she knows the truth.
but cant warn him.
he knows she knows his demise.
but he is unable to speak the words.
watching it ufold, unable to warn her love,she desperately falls into a deep anxiety,
a womb to her fear.
her sheltered hiding.
its a perpetual repitition.
he knows that there is no way out now.
following morals, he pushes through... sad, desperate, lonely,
will he ever see the truth?
now destin for dispair.
his regret is Lost a grain of the sand on a spiaggia of life.
the new begining will never b.
the unconditional Amore starves. waiting for the connection from your soul.
unwillingly she suffers.
knowing there is no happiness,
we r just a guiding light of life.
ill miss te my love. xo

Once upon a time
In a land far, far away
A girl named Catherine
Thought: “Hey, let’s play a game”
She started this forum topic
And called it Story Time
Where people could write Streghe#The power of three parts
That came up in their mind
A lot of dedicated Streghe#The power of three fans
Started to write a story
But the progress seemed to be far gone
And soon it became history
Our friend Catherine
Felt really, really sad
Whatever she had expected
She knew it wasn’t that
Then one giorno she checked her mail
While surfing on her pc
And saw she had a message from Ellen
Who the hell was she?
She saw she had added something
And checked her forum topic
She read the few lines
And thought: “This is fantastic”
Now, three stories later
This awesome team still works together
And each story
Gets better and better
Now, I may sound bragging
But truth has got to be told
Call us butter, baby
Because we’re on a roll ;)

I don't know if I'm alive o not
I don't fell anything but,
I see blood on the floor, under my body.
I'm suffering, I must be dead,
I've Lost so much blood,...
But I'm still alive

I'm lying on the floor
I just can see the ruins of past days
and my skin dyed in red.
I don't know since when I'm here,
with the sun shining thro' the old windows
and people returning to their typical days

I fell so tired
I just wanna close my eyes
and fall asleep, but someone comes into
and sits down successivo to me.
Looks at my suffering face
And makes me feel so alive

kissxmexgoodbye