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Through the Eyes of a WolfYou're scared, I see.Why, I ask, can't you just leave me be?Freightened and hunted, we run.Shot at by many a' gun.Let's try this excersice.Let's see what you see through my eyes.Do you see it?The reason for our nightly cries.The pain of our losses...The sting of our goodbyes?The end of our existence is near.You don't understand, so you choose to fear.Now, tell me how it feels, my dear,To lose the ones you hold so dear.When you look at us through your eyes,It's terrible that you don't even realizeThe pain you've caused orThe severity of how we've been wronged.It's such an abomination!It's no wonder we fear your nation!Humanity is not at all humaneWhen you satisify your needs through others' pain.All your fears you make us symbolizeUntil we're everything you despise.Tell me now, without your lies.Can you see what we seeThrough our eyes?
Let's Make This QuickLet's make this quick.Quite frankly, you make me sick.You were once my lover and best friend.And, now, you've left me with nothing but injuries to mend.It's wrong, but I hope you burn in Hell.With what's been done, it's just as well.And, when you look death in the eye,I pray you think of me and start to cry.I pray you think of the good times and what could have been.Then accept that you're paying for your sin.Have fun, you little boy.I hope the next girl likes her new toy.
Do What You WillCut me.Hurt me.Tell me you love meAnd then prove that you don't.Do what you will,'Cause I'll do what you won't.I'll stand.I'll fight.I'll take it in stride.I'll continue to do what I love.My emotions will show.No longer shall I hide.I'll grow.I'll move on.I'll make my life my own.I'm stronger thank you think.My courage has finally shown.
Just A FriendI just want someone to call a friend.Who, my name, they shall defend.I want someone to always care.Someone to always be there.I want someone to make me smile.Who, for me, will go the extra mile.I just want someone to call a friend.Who will be there, with me, until the end.
-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