-Should I Die-If I Should I Die Before I Wake,I Pray The Lord My Soul To Take.Release Me From This Broken Fate.Death Has Been Too Long A Wait.Should I Die Before I Wake,My Heart Will No Longer Break.Should This Be The End,It's Not So Hard To Comprehend.Should I Die Before I Wake,I Pray My Heart No Longer Shall Ache.Fields of Flowers. Roads of Gold.Heaven Is What You Want It To Be,Or So I've Been Told.Should I Die Before I Wake,What A Lovely Trip To Take.
+I Will+Why did this have to happen?I loved him so much.I believed it was meant to be.It was so much more than a crush.He told me he loved me, too.I believed every word he said.Not one of them was true.Not a single word.Now crying is all I can do.People say that love is like suicide.You love someone so much that you kill yourself, inside.I think I've already died.All I can do is wait for the outside to die, too.I know I sound so pathetic.I should just get over it.My heart hasn't finished breaking.Inside, I'm still aching.Every time I speak his name or see a picture of him,My body starts shaking.This wasn't supposed to happen...Not to me.It had all seemed so good.How can this be?I feel as if I've been thrown away.As if "trash" was all he thought of me.I want to get past this.Writing is all that seems to help.Actually... No.. How can I get past this?Nothing helps..Not one damn thing.Maybe I should just put a gun to my head.Or a knife to my throat or wrist.But, no.
Unnamed Series +CHAPTER 1+I stood at the edge of my balcony, staring out at the moon's sparkling reflection as it rippled across the large lake that took up half of my family's estate. I listened to all of the soothing sounds sorrounding me; doing my best to tune out my elder brother's snoring. He and I were still forced to share a bedroom. Of course, by now, we had a treaty worked out. Every morning, I got the bathroom so that I could change, do my makeup, my hair, and whatever else I may need. He got the bedroom to change and brush his hair and teeth. He was much more low maintenance than I was. I certainly couldn't be called high maintenance, though. Neither of us were too terribly concerned about our outward appearance. I sighed, resting my chin in my hand as I let my elbow rest on the balcony's railing. The sounds of the crickets and the wind blowing through the trees were so relaxing that I