Electric-pikachu

Here come the tears They're welling up now but I can't cry alone cause I never learned how Here comes that feeling pulsating pure dread my whole world is reeling I'm better off dead Here come the jokes and I'm ripped at the hem they wouldn't laugh if it happened to them Here come the cravings and here comes the guilt my walls sugar-coated in these lies I built I'm so damn dishonest but no one can tell I've just got to stay   in this unprescribed hell

But now it's different........ I had a best friend her face was sweet and we did everything together, she'd charm everyone she'd meet She had a dark side no one could see and so somebody had to witness it, of course it would be me But now she's different and now she's changed it's like her mind, her life, her priorities have all been rearranged She says she's kind now her dark side flew and though there's no way to confirm her words, dear god I wish I knew I had a boyfriend his words were kind He said I'm easily the best thing that he's ever gonna find He had a dark side I knew this well And all I ever did was care and try to help him throu

     You're amazing. The sight of you literally stuffs the words down my throat so they wont come out. The sound of your voice makes my legs quiver, and the touch of your skin makes my heart race, my stomach churn, and my balance cease. I fall to the ground, desperate, happy, dazed. You are my drug.

     Working is more exhausting when you have nobody to serve. The market is DEAD. There are only a few stray people striding around the many shops, poking at the glass and buying their food. You're looking at you hands, your fingers wrapping around a plastic twist-tie aimlessly as you wait for someone to walk by your stand.     You glance up to grab yourself a sample of your own goods, and you notice a girl standing in front of the counter. You hadn't noticed her before, because you were getting lost in your thoughts and twiddling your fingers. she mimics you as you blink and stare at her eyes, and you two almost grab the same sample. You

    Have you ever heard someone say "Nobody's going to hand you your future on a silver platter?" Well, that's kind of what I did. Or at least, what I tried to do.     Sure, it hasn't happened yet. But who's to say it never will? When we're old and lonely, me and him, maybe we'll realize at last that it's time to carry out our plans, stop living our lives as children, and grow up. And maybe, when we grow up, we'll do it together.     I told him wonderful things. I painted our lives on a canvas, using bright colors that glowed like the sun. Orange paint splatters were speckles of warmth, beaming down on a lovely wedding. Long brush strokes

     "Oww, my heart!" He exclaimed, jumping back in surprise. He was clutching his chest firmly, breathing hard, his eyes as wide as moons.      "Are you okay?" I asked, concern and guilt clinging to my mind. I saw him take his hand off of his chest and inspect the bare skin.      "Yeah, it looks like it's only cracked. But be more careful- next time, you might break it!" He said with a weak smile on his face. I nodded and stepped back.      "Don't worry- I won't let myself get the chance."