jackcatnip

I'm sorry for not being able to stop the dark thoughts. I'm sorry for not being the perfect lover. I'm sorry for not being a perfect skinny girl with a huge ass and breasts. I'm sorry for not being able to be there for you. I'm sorry for not being able to be able to communicate with you. I'm sorry for not being good enough for you. I'm sorry that you have to put up with me. I'm sorry for being to afraid to start sanything. I'm sorry for being so emotional. I'm sorry for being so clingy. I'm sorry for getting jealous so easily. I'm sorry for not being able to say any of this in person. I'm sorry for having to say sorry for so much. I'm sorry f

There is a tightness in my chest, As I watch you walk away. To be with people better than me. I guess I wasn’t needed, Or maybe just unwanted, But as you walked away I realised it was just me. Here to suffer for all eternity. Time repeats, It the same scene different actors The pain and heartbreak never ends, And it is always the same. As I sit alone Looking back at all the times Think of how it could have been different, How you could have stayed, How I could have done better, At how I am afraid. I lock myself up so the past won’t repeat But the fear is still there. That someone would get in and after a while Leave me once

You opened your (e/c) eyes, and all you saw was a blinding light. As you went to sit up you saw a mop of messy blond hair. All of a sudden the man that the hair belonged to looked up, his emerald green eyes lit up in joy as he noticed you were awake. “(y/n)! Thank god you’re awake love. Now we can get out of here.” He said while hugging you. “Whose (y/n)? Who are you? Where are we?” “You’re (y/n). Don’t you remember love?” All you could feel was confusion and panic, you had no clue who you were, who this man was/is, and where you were. But after taking a look at his torn clothes and malnou

New faces, New people, Will sit where we sat. Each year somebody new, Will seat in our seats. The teachers will talk to them, Just like they did with us. But it only lasts for a year, Then it's all over. Things change, And not always for the better. Nothing ever lasts, No matter how much we want it to. It all blurs. OUr memories, Soon you can't remember anything. It will always be the same. Like the ticking of a clock, Telling us class is over.

Do you see me? Can you hear me? Do you know where I am? Who am I? Who are you? What is going on? Why is this happening? What did you do? What have I done? Will you help me MAKE IT STOP?! We gotta get outta here, gotta get away. We gotta get outta here 'fore the brink of day. If we wanna survive we have to leave now. What is going on? Where am I? where are you? Where have you gone? Did I hurt you? Did you die? Someone help me please?! We gotta get outta here, gotta get away. We gotta get outta here 'fore the brink of day. If we wanna survive we have to leave now. What is going on? we are running out of time. Tonight is our last. If w

As the darkness sinks it spreads, drowning out the light. Contaminating everything, till there's no one left to fight. To fight for what's right, to fight with those still standing, to fight for those who can't. It's time to take a stand. To be a light for those who have given up, to be a light for the reasistance. To push back the darkness for a while, and make everything all right. The darkness takes away everything, everything in sight. Destroying, ruining everything, till there's no one left to fight. To fight for what's right, to fight with those still standing, to fight for those who can't. It's time to take a stand. To be a light for

As the clock ticks on So does the song. But sooner or later, the song will end. Sure it will linger in your head for a while, It might cause you to cry or to smile. But after a time, you won’t be able to recall, a single thing about it as if it never was there. That is how things are. We can not stop it no matter how hard we try. The song could achieve much in so short of a time but hereafter it would be meaningless. It would be forgotten. There would be no point for it in the beginning, for the world would continue spinning. Things would continue changing. As if the music had never been written, as if the song had never been sun

you say you want me dead, then why don’t you put the gun to my head? why must i be the one to die? why can’t it be you? i’m sick of all your judging and all your lies. the smart person is the one who says nothing and knows how horrible life is. that would be me, not you. you think people like you, but they don’t. they use you for their own gain. thats just the truth. how would you like, to know what i know, to see how i see? if you knew how horrible it is, and how it destroys you, you would say no. this world is full of darkness and no one sees it till they truly experience it. tch, you are all so stupid and inconsider

she says she’s changed but she’s not. she says she’s not the same but she is. she does all this crap just to get attention. Cause she’s just an attention whore. she left something great behind, but ‘it’ is just as bad, ‘it’ is just as broken, ‘it’ is just as sad. But when she left ‘it’, ‘it’ realized ‘it’ is as horrible for others as can be. Though ‘it’ can not see it, others think ‘it’ is kind, loving, a bit moody, but still as great as ‘it’ can be. Though when ‘it’ realizes this at first R

I feel like i’m drowning, yet somehow i’m still alive. I feel like there’s a demon clawing at me from the inside. It feels like there’s no escape from the pain that i feel. Is any of this even real. There are days when all i want to do is die. And to say goodbye, to all the pain and sadness. Then there are days when all i want to do is cry. because i can’t handle it anymore. nothing ever helps nothing ever ends the pain I want it all to end