i wish you would hug me when i need you toi wish you would let me cry in your arms and let me bury my face on your clothes so i can smell that so familiar scent that would usually call out "home", but no, it doesnt.call me, maybe? please don't.i don't want to cry again against the wall and between my sheets and in front of themi just wish it would have been different, somehow.you did it terrible and i always think what could i do to make it different, to not make it this way, but how could i hav... » Continue Reading
do you think you'll ever look at me and see what i see? yeah, sorry, that's a stupid question. i don't think so either, too obvious.i wish i could just get a new life, i wouldnt care until i'm too far away to look back and do something about it.i just wanted you to love me but i guess that's too much to have for myself, isnt it? i misunderstood the rules of parenting, apparently.the saddest part is that i never ever really expect something from you and yet i still get more and more disappointed ... » Continue Reading
who would love me if it's not you?i used to think that a lot back then, it's ironic that now i don't want you to love me but for you to just leave me alone.i don't think you're capable of love, i think you were, at some point, very young, but things happened and you were no longer the same.misery loves you, and you make it seem like it's always my fault, who is there to blame? the one who fucked up its life or the consequence by it?there's so much things to say always and i will never let you he... » Continue Reading
i hated poetry when i was littleit was confusing, it had to have rythm, at least that's what they told me. and i couldnt do it so i hated it. i didn't like it. i liked reading, a lot, but not doing it. even though i do like writing, maybe not that much. when i was twelve.when everything was much easier for...for who? not for mewriting makes me sick sometimes, it really can mess up with you, it really can change something on your brain, on my brain, on everyone who actually reads. through the lit... » Continue Reading
are we doing this every now and then? is this what we are made of? always?are you thinking of me always? as much as i do? i swear i do. a lot. one line and it could all go too wrong or too good. how did this happen (again)?i feel like crying, i feel like. what do i even feel? is this what am i gonna have to work with the rest of my life? am i even gonna have that? god. i hate this.i hate this.am i trying to find something to fight for? to be mad of? to cry for? i hate to admit it, i don't want t... » Continue Reading
i have a lot of stuff happening (as usual), somehow i always end up coming back at this, and i don't know what sucks more to be honest.i miss this odd but so familiar feeling.probably because i'm so scared of being fine.which is an odd and stupid thing to say because why would you be scared of something you've always wanted? but i can't seem to comprehend my own self so why bother question that.i wish i wasnt mei'm an exception, and it's hard to accept.it's not the kind funny cute little oneit's... » Continue Reading
there is something beautiful about love that i find always. something that is probably odd to say to a lot of people, but not for me because of how i was raised.chemicals tend to be explosive, too much, right?mechanical things tend to have a way to just be right.i'm a chemical kidyou're a mechanical bridei raise my hands, i put my knees glued to the floorat the thought of you leaving me aloneplease dont leave me alone.dont torture me or (make me) beg me.i'm a chemical kid, i tend to be too much.... » Continue Reading
a new emotion has arrived.this knot in my stomach that goes up to my throat feels different.not really, feels familiar.maybe some day.maybe some day it will go away, do i want that day to come? maybe not. no.because that means i won't feel nothing at all, and that scares me. Who wouldnt feel scare about that?feeling like this is all i know, it's what i am, it's what ive seen, it's what i've learned, it's who i am, who i am, who i am?it burns but it's cold, maybe some day.i'm not a kid anymore.10... » Continue Reading
Written by: HeatedVaseBefore becoming a superhero, Alin Erthiz and his brother Jerron Erthiz were huge fans of heroes. Jerron always promised to make Alin a hero one day, no matter what. And, basically, everyone does, too. Until one day, a building caught fire. The heroes weren't fast enough, and unfortunately, some lives were lost. One of those was Jerron, who was visiting his father's office. Jerron's last words were "still be a hero, okay?" because of the disaster, Alin's parents became anti-... » Continue Reading
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