Really emo drabble. Review? No own.
I
can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't
bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them
out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though
going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now
and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me
Life is a battlefield. That's what his father taught him.
Everything is work, everything is a step towards the next thing, everything is a business move.
And now, as Warren sat in his room, the blade lying straight across his arm, he smiled. This was a step, it seemed. A step to a different world, to a better place. This would lead him to peace.
What
hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And
watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have
been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do
He wouldn't have to ever deal with his father again.
He would just be lost, gone, never coming back. And he loved it. He pressed the blade a little deeper…
It's
hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm
doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends
and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin'
with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade
give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left
unspoken
She knocked silently on his door. She'd finally worked up the courage to speak to him, her beloved angel, whom she looked upon from afar. She looked upon everyone from afar. Nobody wanted the untouchable girl near them, so she stayed away. Alone, in the shadows.
He wasn't answering. She knocked harder, firmer. Finally she tried to knob to see if it was open. The door was unlocked and she hesitantly slipped into the dark room.
What
hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And
watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have
been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
There, lying on the bed, was the figure of her angel. He was still, he was pale, and he was gone.
She'd arrived too late, and now he was gone. She merely picked up the discarded knife, lying innocently on the floor, laid down next to him, and pressed it firmly into her.
He had been her last hope. But now, she'd always be with him.
Now neither of them would be alone.
What
hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And
watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have
been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do