Dañada
Estoy quebrada. Lo que soy es lo que necesitas. Mi corazón se rompió mucho tiempo atrás, pero no me importó. En ti deposité toda mi esperanza. En ti proyecté, todo lo que odiaba de mí misma y traté de curarte.
Estoy dañada. ¿Qué no lo ves? A tu sola disposición estoy ¿No es así? ¿No ha sido siempre así?
Pero tú también estás dañado. Quizás más que yo. Yo quiero arreglarte, cuidarte, hacerte ver lo importante que eres y lo valioso que tú no ves en ti mismo. Quiero que veas lo mismo que yo veo en ti. Quiero que sepas lo importante que eres para mí.
Soy un desastre. No quiero que todo este desorden mental te afecte. Yo tomaré todo el dolor por ti. Sólo debes dejar que sane tus heridas. Si tan sólo dejaras que eso pase…
Sé que me ignorarás, que insultarás, que incluso... me golpearás. Pero yo te comprenderé, amor mío. Estás dañado. No tienes la culpa.
Me gusta la gente dañada, es verdad. ¿Recuerdas? Siempre estuve allí para ti. Tomando cada insulto y cada golpe con mi mejor voluntad. Sé que te descargas conmigo porque no tienes a nadie más. Sé que cada vez que en medio de la noche te metes en mi habitación y en mi cama, siempre pidiendo por lo mismo, sé que tiene una razón. Y en cuanto lo obtienes, te vas como si nada hubiera sucedido, pero no me molesta. Sé que un día cambiarás. Sé que no quieres lastimarme, pero lo haces. Estás dañado.
Tú no eres malo. La vida fue mala contigo. Pero yo te entiendo, también fue mala conmigo. Explica todo lo que hago, ya que todo lo que hago es por ti, mi amor...
Tú y yo...
Somos dos almas torturadas, que sólo se repararán con el amor...
Hacia las cosas dañadas...
Fin…
Estoy quebrada. Lo que soy es lo que necesitas. Mi corazón se rompió mucho tiempo atrás, pero no me importó. En ti deposité toda mi esperanza. En ti proyecté, todo lo que odiaba de mí misma y traté de curarte.
Estoy dañada. ¿Qué no lo ves? A tu sola disposición estoy ¿No es así? ¿No ha sido siempre así?
Pero tú también estás dañado. Quizás más que yo. Yo quiero arreglarte, cuidarte, hacerte ver lo importante que eres y lo valioso que tú no ves en ti mismo. Quiero que veas lo mismo que yo veo en ti. Quiero que sepas lo importante que eres para mí.
Soy un desastre. No quiero que todo este desorden mental te afecte. Yo tomaré todo el dolor por ti. Sólo debes dejar que sane tus heridas. Si tan sólo dejaras que eso pase…
Sé que me ignorarás, que insultarás, que incluso... me golpearás. Pero yo te comprenderé, amor mío. Estás dañado. No tienes la culpa.
Me gusta la gente dañada, es verdad. ¿Recuerdas? Siempre estuve allí para ti. Tomando cada insulto y cada golpe con mi mejor voluntad. Sé que te descargas conmigo porque no tienes a nadie más. Sé que cada vez que en medio de la noche te metes en mi habitación y en mi cama, siempre pidiendo por lo mismo, sé que tiene una razón. Y en cuanto lo obtienes, te vas como si nada hubiera sucedido, pero no me molesta. Sé que un día cambiarás. Sé que no quieres lastimarme, pero lo haces. Estás dañado.
Tú no eres malo. La vida fue mala contigo. Pero yo te entiendo, también fue mala conmigo. Explica todo lo que hago, ya que todo lo que hago es por ti, mi amor...
Tú y yo...
Somos dos almas torturadas, que sólo se repararán con el amor...
Hacia las cosas dañadas...
Fin…
This is Molly Stray
This is writen in the point of view of Kara
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Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments nakaraan someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing toga and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
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Kara stood in apartment and stared out of thr window, just a few moments nakaraan someone stopped her from jumping off her flat roof.
"Kara..."the voice said, it was the same voice of the man who saved her.
Kara looked at the time, it was 11.48. She yawned and went into her bedroom.After getting changed she slipped into her bed.That voice ringed through her ears."Kara....".She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep when she herd someone call her name "Kara...."
There was a knock on the front door, Kara grabbed her dressing toga and put on her slippers. She walked over to the door and opened it. There was a piece of paper on the floor with wriing on it. I was a note, on the note was written in 7 days all will be alright
Kara awoke from her bed, had it all been a dream? Kara noticed that she had the note in her hand.She read the note over and over again. What did it mean?
Words:
Words flooded my mind,
And some I could taste on the tip of my tongue.
A few flowed out of my mouth,
But that was just some.
There are so many words
As they creep up my throat
On the tip on my tongue, splintering words.
But something surrounds my mouth, like a moat,
And I can't spit them out.
And the words, finally spill out of my mouth,
But they have no tone,
No whispers no shout.
Don't let it get to you:
Don't let it get to you,
The pain that creeps up your spine.
Don't let it get to you,
The pain that's inside.
A simple song,
Says madami than you'd think
One things wrong,
You have no clue what it brings.
The decision is yours,
That's what you need to embrace,
The decision is yours,
Not someone else's to make.
A decision,
affects madami than you'd think,
If your choice is wrong,
theres no telling what it will bring.
Don't let it get to you,
You don't have to choose me.
Dont let it get to you,
Let your decision be free.
Words flooded my mind,
And some I could taste on the tip of my tongue.
A few flowed out of my mouth,
But that was just some.
There are so many words
As they creep up my throat
On the tip on my tongue, splintering words.
But something surrounds my mouth, like a moat,
And I can't spit them out.
And the words, finally spill out of my mouth,
But they have no tone,
No whispers no shout.
Don't let it get to you:
Don't let it get to you,
The pain that creeps up your spine.
Don't let it get to you,
The pain that's inside.
A simple song,
Says madami than you'd think
One things wrong,
You have no clue what it brings.
The decision is yours,
That's what you need to embrace,
The decision is yours,
Not someone else's to make.
A decision,
affects madami than you'd think,
If your choice is wrong,
theres no telling what it will bring.
Don't let it get to you,
You don't have to choose me.
Dont let it get to you,
Let your decision be free.
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two sa pamamagitan ng fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make pag-ibig to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the mga rosas are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two sa pamamagitan ng fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make pag-ibig to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the mga rosas are dying
blood fills the faces of my fantasies
no mercy,you're trying to put me down
i can see clearly as you're taking a ugoy at me
come and i'll push you to the ground
what are you doing? what do you think this is doing to me?
you're taking all my faith
what are you leaving me now?!
i will make you suffer just like you made me suffer
i will watch you screaming and begging for forgiveness
all my hate can not be bound
i will not be bound sa pamamagitan ng your darkest demons
so try to take my life and put me to the ground
i will follow you and torture you and i'll watch you screaming
look at the bloody faces smiling at you,taking you down and making you drown
i wanna kill you the same way you killed me
leaving me thoughtless
you can try to tell me that i'm worthless
but you can not break me down
gonna take you down because nothing in this world is going to save me
no mercy,you're trying to put me down
i can see clearly as you're taking a ugoy at me
come and i'll push you to the ground
what are you doing? what do you think this is doing to me?
you're taking all my faith
what are you leaving me now?!
i will make you suffer just like you made me suffer
i will watch you screaming and begging for forgiveness
all my hate can not be bound
i will not be bound sa pamamagitan ng your darkest demons
so try to take my life and put me to the ground
i will follow you and torture you and i'll watch you screaming
look at the bloody faces smiling at you,taking you down and making you drown
i wanna kill you the same way you killed me
leaving me thoughtless
you can try to tell me that i'm worthless
but you can not break me down
gonna take you down because nothing in this world is going to save me
Once upon a time There was a girl named Abby. She loved to talk. Her teachers eventually stopped calling on her.
One day, she talked during a apoy while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the paghahanap for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang estola five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.
Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.
So she was tahanan schooled.
But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they Nawawala their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.
So they duct-taped her mouth shut.
THE END
One day, she talked during a apoy while a kid in her class was telling her teacher where the 17 other children were.
The teacher couldn't here her, and the paghahanap for the children lasted twelve hours. During that time, a gang estola five computers, three cars, seventeen dogs, and blackmailed the mayor into giving them seven grand.
Abby was expelled from the school.
When she told her parents, they imediately looked for a school for her to go to.
But the only school that gave her acceptence was the class in the juvinille deliquent center.
So she was tahanan schooled.
But she caused her parents so much trouble that in a week they Nawawala their all hair and were standing on the thin line between sanity and the nut house.
So they duct-taped her mouth shut.
THE END
