My feet keep on going but my cuore tells me to stop. All I want to do is run. Run away from this mess I got my self into. It all happened so fast the anger the tears the blood. Then all I heard was the bullet fly through the air and hit skin then sposta slowly into the flesh and then the final bang it hit the heart. The one thing that keeps te alive. All never forget his face when I killed him. All I saw was shock and fear and one big domanda hanged over his head. Why?
I just wanted to keep running afraid I could hurt più people in this mess. Ones I loved and cared about, like how I killed him. The rain started to pour down her face she liked it because it hid the tears that were now streaming down her face. All she could down was run. She keep running and running until her bare feet tripped over the other foot. She fell straight on her face. Hard. The blood started to flow out of her nose making the water on the ground around her seem to be like mirtillo rosso juice. She just turned over on her back and let the blood slip down her thought. Hoping that she choke right there and just die. All she wanted was to be died. There was no point of living any più she new in the end she wound lose everything because of her. And she didn’t want one else to have her heart. So promised to her self. She sat there crying and some how was able to make out these words...
“I promise I’ll never let anyone have my cuore every again. I don’t deserve to be loved o even to Amore someone else-” She detto in between choke's and tears of blood. “I promise I swear.” She stayed there crying after that giorno there would be one più broken soul in the world. After that there would always be a crack in her erba sea green eyes. She would never be the same again, like she detto she would never Amore again...
I just wanted to keep running afraid I could hurt più people in this mess. Ones I loved and cared about, like how I killed him. The rain started to pour down her face she liked it because it hid the tears that were now streaming down her face. All she could down was run. She keep running and running until her bare feet tripped over the other foot. She fell straight on her face. Hard. The blood started to flow out of her nose making the water on the ground around her seem to be like mirtillo rosso juice. She just turned over on her back and let the blood slip down her thought. Hoping that she choke right there and just die. All she wanted was to be died. There was no point of living any più she new in the end she wound lose everything because of her. And she didn’t want one else to have her heart. So promised to her self. She sat there crying and some how was able to make out these words...
“I promise I’ll never let anyone have my cuore every again. I don’t deserve to be loved o even to Amore someone else-” She detto in between choke's and tears of blood. “I promise I swear.” She stayed there crying after that giorno there would be one più broken soul in the world. After that there would always be a crack in her erba sea green eyes. She would never be the same again, like she detto she would never Amore again...
A nameless poem I haven't thought of the name ~ Wolfcat343
cuore dipped in black ink
pain causing the soul to sink
it makes te wonder what type of sick minds abuse people... they can't think
the scars prove te have been hurt
te think its the only escape
don't throw yourself in the dirt
Someone loves you
even if te don't think so
te might not know
We try forgetting our pasts but is so damn hard
you're falling apart
I'll try my best to help to piece te back together
but unlike that fairy tale its alot harder
it feels like the pain will last forever
oh oh
don't give up yet, don't give up yet, yeah don't give up yet
te can make it through
yeah me and you
I'll be at your side
helping te fight
tonight is the last night te spend alone
living in the eyes of the unknown
te can do it
te can sit at that throne
knowing your not alone
cuore dipped in black ink
pain causing the soul to sink
it makes te wonder what type of sick minds abuse people... they can't think
the scars prove te have been hurt
te think its the only escape
don't throw yourself in the dirt
Someone loves you
even if te don't think so
te might not know
We try forgetting our pasts but is so damn hard
you're falling apart
I'll try my best to help to piece te back together
but unlike that fairy tale its alot harder
it feels like the pain will last forever
oh oh
don't give up yet, don't give up yet, yeah don't give up yet
te can make it through
yeah me and you
I'll be at your side
helping te fight
tonight is the last night te spend alone
living in the eyes of the unknown
te can do it
te can sit at that throne
knowing your not alone
Check your soul – wolfcat343
See those scars?
He’s the reason
he should be behind bars
the girl’s pain is only increasing
never seizing
to that guy its pleasing
nobody realizes
Through their eyes
They only see lies
Some would see
others spread stories
she says she’s okay
She’s hiding away
During those times
No one recognizing the obvious crimes
Outside hurt
Inside beautiful
She stood up for herself oneday
the guy was taken away
finally she was free
All what people need to do now is look past her scars, bruises and pain
find the girl inside who’s beautiful, ignore the outside stain
Are te going to be the person who helps
o the person who hurts?
it doesn’t matter on outside appearance
The person inside is who counts
After all we’re only souls carrying human bodies
Ask yourself, not “how pretty am I today?” but “how does my soul look?”
See those scars?
He’s the reason
he should be behind bars
the girl’s pain is only increasing
never seizing
to that guy its pleasing
nobody realizes
Through their eyes
They only see lies
Some would see
others spread stories
she says she’s okay
She’s hiding away
During those times
No one recognizing the obvious crimes
Outside hurt
Inside beautiful
She stood up for herself oneday
the guy was taken away
finally she was free
All what people need to do now is look past her scars, bruises and pain
find the girl inside who’s beautiful, ignore the outside stain
Are te going to be the person who helps
o the person who hurts?
it doesn’t matter on outside appearance
The person inside is who counts
After all we’re only souls carrying human bodies
Ask yourself, not “how pretty am I today?” but “how does my soul look?”