You say ...You say you love meYou say ... by KuraiTenshiV
but i think like the others you only love the idea of me.
i am not anything special
just a broken toy that has been played with by life.
you say that im unique
in that you are correct but im not your kind of unique.
You want some one that can be there
I cannot be that person, not yet.
I do not know when i will ever be.
You push and ask all the time an you say that you love me.
I cannot say it back because i do not feel it.
You have a great heart and it does not deserve to be broken
Not by the likes of me.
I cant tell you these things no matter how much i want to.
I hate to see people cry.
more so i hate being the casue of it.
How do you stopHow do you stopHow do you stop by KuraiTenshiV
You say you still love me
But that we cannot be together
That you still care so deeply
But stop talking to me
How do you stop
You said that it would be forever
But I need you and your not here
You said that you wouldn't leave
Here I stand alone and broken
How did you stop
Why did you go
What had I done
Why was it a fairy tale
Then it was a nightmare
Why does it hurt
How do I harden my heart
How do I break this hold on me
How do I go on...
How do I stop.... Loving you
Heart cast in stoneHeart cast in stoneHeart cast in stone by KuraiTenshiV
It used to be a thing smooth cast
But it's broken now
It used to have not fractures
But now it's a jigsaw puzzle laced in pain
It once believed in the word forever
But it seems forever isn't as long as it used to be
It still holds onto "love" the ideal anyway
While I cast it in stone
The stone is thick coarse and unwavering
Perhaps one day the fragile thing inside will be safely let out....
MadnessMadnessMadness by KuraiTenshiV
So, here we are again
On the edge.
Looking out into the empty.
I can hear the darkness calling.
It doesn't promise me love, or companionship.
It doesn't tell me that it will always be there, though I know it will.
It promises cold, pease, silence...
I stand here beside myself
Looking down into darkness.
One of pain and anguish.
I look at myself, vibrating with rage amber looking back.
The rage filled amber state back at me.
Looking at the broken thing I am.....
Shattered again, the growl comes at the disgust of myself .
I turn away from the heated rage,
And let go......
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