sum: Could you check my pulse for me, to see if i'm alive? — LizCentric / freeverse

a/n: To be honest, this probably isn't how Liz should be depicted is, but I really like her character, and I wanted to write something like this. I hope you like it, :) I haven't been updating any of my stories recently, but I'm trying to get back into the habit of things. This is my 30th story and is more of one of my experimental freeverses, and only my second one but my first in the Gallagher Girl fandom; please leave a review!

sweet pretendings
/liz without life/

it's innocence — it's beautiful, and sincere.

sometimes, liz thinks about all the little things that make life so beautiful. she's peering out of the window on a train, watching it veer, spinning in circles with no real destination but utopia in mind. and then she remembers there is NO UTOPIA for a girl like her;

and she's going in (circles) and (circles), trying to spin a web of pretty things and sweet nothings;

but she's not even herself anymore

w&h&o

and he !fits! her better than h~e~r favorite(sweater) but it's going to —

stretchandSTRETCHANDstretch

but grant was never hers in the first place

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you start off prettyskinnylittlePERFECT

AND IT'S GOOD
and you have lots of friends that care

they care a little too much; if you think back on it,

but it's okay because you love them,

but they're always going to have the boys that you won't

/jonas isn't yours/

/flirting with zach was useless ; he belongs to someone else —

everybody loves someone and you're just left in the corner, not making decisions fast enough

and then you're left with the /left/(overs)

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romeo, romeo, where art thou, romeo?

you do not have a prince charming because you are not a princess

you are f^a^t and slimy and nothing ever has been right so stop PRETENDING TO BE PERFECT — but you can't stop now; too far in, and out of all people you should know that everybody wants to be the b*e*s*t;

the voices start coming back, screaming loudly and this time there's nobody to stop them

/f/a/l/l/iNG a+l+o*ne, into deep pits

hold onto this lullaby; but it's NOT GOING TO GET BETTER

IT NEVER has in the past so why now? you wonder if they're going to help, but...

you don't deserve their help&you don't deserve anything and it's not fair

you don't want to die; you don't ever want to die

.

and you want me to be pretty

you want me to charming elizabeth sutton

but what if i don't want to be that girl —

why i can't just be liz?

but you're set aside like a freakin' china doll

but you want to be played with you want to be adorned and decorated but can't you just be somebody else that YOUR REPUTATION NEVER WAS and then there are people in the hallways who say what happened to girl and say that "you're liz you shoudn't be doing this"

but you don't want to be liz, now

you just want to be a person

a human being, but now you're that b^i^t^c^h, that un / breakable china doll

.

then you find yourself with this decision and llittle sweet southern lizzie

now you're that bitch

but you'll be remembered as the precious little girl who saved her friends

.

and it's b/e/t/t/e/r

when you're dead

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