TheGothicLight

   “Today is the last day of 2248, tomorrow will be Monday, January 1st 2249” Exclaimed the mayor of our city. It was a pretty good year, some things had gotten a bit big, but it’s fine.    Soon enough, it was just a few more seconds till midnight. My 2 sisters, Annabell and Lilian, danced around the living room laughing and counting down the seconds. My Brother, Xavier, was at his friend's house for the night.    “Eli! Come on and join us already! It’ll be fun!” Annabell, the youngest of all my siblings squealed while tugging my hand. I sighed and went along with it, mostly because I didn’t need

I hope you're happy with what you've done. I knew what was happening deep down, But I was scared of being alone You knew how I felt, The people who brought me down. You said you just wanted to make me feel better. I hate you right now, I won't come back. I should've left when your replies got slow and short. I was stupid, And now I know better. It hurts but I'll be okay. My trust was starting to come back, But then you did that. I can't forgive myself. Yeah, I still think about you, But it's nothing good anymore. I've realized maybe I'm better off on my own. It hurts like hell, To know I loved you at some point, And you said you loved m

Have I been missing my whole life? Or am I just invisible to you, Just a human awaiting something to approach, When nothing ever will. I've never really paid much attention to what else is happening around me, Mostly because my mind basically will be the death of me. Nobody really thinks they will ever be in this position, Like when you learn about it in school. You push it aside, until something affects you. I'm sorry, I'm such a disappointment. I'll never be perfect enough. You can try again over and over, But I'll never be fixed. Things don't seem as important as they used to be, I don't exactly know why. I'm trying to learn to see th

How could someone so happy be so sad? Its a mask to hide. Its a horrible show, Watching someone break. But nothing can hold them together anymore. Seeing a person cry, Makes you wonder why. Why they lost them-self this time. Its not like you to sit here and cry. Your emotions got the best, I still wonder why. I'm sorry I can't save you. I'm not good enough, for that. Not even a shiny gem can save you anymore. Not long before you're wishing you're dead. It's harder than ever now. Brokenness becomes normal. Pain is your moment of bliss Nothing is the same. You've lost almost everything. Who will save you now?

Twenty Øne Piløts – Blurryface (Album)         Conspiracy Theory (I guess that’s what it would be called…) Today (2016-12-09) I was listening to TØP and then the song ‘Goner’ came on, I’ve listened to this song plenty of times, but then an idea popped into my head. In the song ‘Stressed Out’ it mentions a person and thing named Blurryface. Now, if you listen to that song, when the part comes that it says ‘My names Blurryface, and I care what you think’ the voice it is sang/said in sounds a bit different than all the other parts, doesn’t it? I thought about it a

They smile almost all the time. Everyone thinks they are fine. Little do they all know, That the smile is fake. One day it will show. Sitting alone, No one around, Their smile fades to a frown. Tears will fall, but when someone walks in The tears go away, and the smile comes back again. They'll fake a laugh, To fake they're happy. Silly games and tricks, Their mind will play on them. Till they lose all hope. Thoughts of death control their life, They get worse through harder times. Blades become that persons best friend, Faking a smile becomes harder, Death can only make them smile. Maybe one day, When they're alone. They can just pick up

I tell myself to leave, Yet I can't step away. You play around with my emotions. Like I'm some kind of doll to you. One moment I am as happy as ever, Then I just want to die. Sometimes, I wonder. What if I left you behind? I could run from you. You would tell everyone. One second, You love me. The next you hate me. I'm lost and your lies & truths. I don't know what is real of fake anymore. --------------------------------------- This is slightly old, I wanted to post something, I just couldn't write at all. I'm attempting to write though. Well, I hope everyone has a wonderful day. ~Alison

I take words to far sometimes, They sit in my mind forever. The good things I’m told, I don’t believe, Because I fear everyone lies to me. I would rather people be open to me, Tell me they all hate me. Because maybe then, I would care less. I wouldn’t cry over it, I wouldn’t let words go too far. I was told I was worthless and a failure when I was 7, Mom hated my guts. I wish to be dead a lot, But when I try and end it, I don’t want to be gone. I tell myself these words too. Because I’m not proud. I’m not proud that I have no friends. I’m not proud that I push them away. I hate being me. I&#

I'd hate for you to see this, But, it's far too much now. Blood runs down my arm, As I type this. I can't help but think you hate me, Everybody is out to get me, They all want me dead, So I will be dead. My scars are hidden, So you don't worry about me, I worry about you, even if you hate me, Because I care far too much. The fresh cuts, That sit on my arm, Bleeding at this time, Will be scars one day. I'm tired of holding these feelings inside, Thoughts of death piled up inside of me, Nobody wants to hear my sobs anymore. So I might as well just die.