Problems with Life/Emos and Goths discussion
Games
>
SUMMER WRITING CHALLENGE!!!
date
newest »

message 51:
by
liz
(new)
Jun 16, 2011 05:37AM

reply
|
flag




Nothing that's going to hurt her,or her thoughts...
That,I would never do.

But seriously,I didn't do anything to her...
It just kills me that she doesn't realize everything that I'm trying to do so she'll be happy...
But then again,I'm killing myself so that she won't realize and so that she will be happy...
Confusing,I know -_-'

My little sister never understood what I gave up to keep her alive, and she never will. Being brought up for eleven years by them has made my 'daughter' hate me. She'll never know that I never had a childhood because of her...
I'd say Hello back, lol...but i'll try to make a poem of it...X(
Don't judge someone until you know them.
I know but that doesn't mean you can't say hi...=\
You probably know a LOT more about this than I do but i'm just going by my thoughts...
I've been judged as a satan worshiper because of what I wear. I'm not about to judge someone else for their age. Not all men are bad. There are just some that you need to watch out for.
You probably know a LOT more about this than I do but i'm just going by my thoughts...
I've been judged as a satan worshiper because of what I wear. I'm not about to judge someone else for their age. Not all men are bad. There are just some that you need to watch out for.

Damn old men always gotta mess around. Don't pretend your a helpless old man when I know you aren't! Those little girls you draw into your yard with your dog don't realize what could happen. Thank god I do. And if I ever hear of you touching one of them, you're dead. Play that with me. D:<

Blaring music in one ear,
Just like always.
I turn a corner,
And a car is parked in front of the house I was going to.
Driver's side door wide open.
I think I hear something out of my open ear.
Take the other earbud out, and I hear crying, pleading,
A hoarse voice begging for help.
I run.
Phone falls out of my pocket,
Jacket wide open in the middle of the winter.
I reach the car, and see her.
She's propped up against the snow bank,
Half of her body under the car.
"Please," she begs me,
"Help me up. I've been down here for an hour. Nobody's helped me."
I can see one leg up against the tire, kind of caught.
"I'll help you," I reply.
How could I leave her?
"Let me move you over."
I reach down and gently slide her so her leg is free.
But now that she's free,
She starts to slide farther under the car.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?"
To which she relies, "I don't know."
I have her move her arms,
Make sure they aren't broken.
Then she has to move her legs.
When it seems everything is okay, I wrapped my arms under hers.
I brace my legs, even though there's ice under my feet,
And I lift her up.
Yes,
I lifted a 210 pound woman up and out from under her car.
And she never lets me forget that.