He saved me . .

by PoeticalHeartless   May 22, 2008


Every 18 seconds that passes by someone's heart just stopped beating. and every 46 minutes someones trying to take their life; emo people cuddle with the knife; gothics cuddle with percings and tattoos; should i say more or do you understand the point well i may be the one and only "im such a beautiful disater"; destorying anything or anybody in my way. deep down when the sun goes down my emo side takes over yeah i cuddle with the knife and when the suns up i cuddle with the love of my life [12/8/O7). only 14 still trying to chase her dreams; while rasing her little angels. during the day trying to focus in school; but kant because she wonders about her little angels and the love of her life; she hustles to put food in they mouth. born; and raised in the projects. she binks finds herself laying on the concrete floor but she could still hear the docotors prounced her dead. she dont do drugs; doesn't drink but addicited to playing with mr. razor blade when the sun goes down. sitting on the bathroom floor; wiping the blood from her delicated little wrists; finding a way to pick herself up when she had lost too much blood. reaching for a cloth and tape she tapes her wrists down and puts her sleevs on her shirt down. walking to the bed where her husband slept; jumping into the bed beside him; grabbing his hand whispering "i love you" he turns around and grabs her hand open his eyes and looks into her beautiful hazel eyes he realized something was wrong, gently rolling up her seelves; he knows what she has done tears falling from their faces; he lies back down but now her head is on his chest listening to his heart beat as if it was music to her ears which it was. he grabs her face and give her a kiss and put his fingers in her hair whispering, "ill keep you safe forever no more fears; dont worry im here". touching her soul she got up from his chest and grabbed his hand took him to the bathroom grabbed the knife; the blade; the nails; she took her old life and stabbed it with a knife. still holding his hand they walk back to the bed and made sweet love til the sun came up and her emo disappeared forever . .

jNA 12/8/O7 [hE SAVEDd ME)

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