I missed the air particles at Ethan's place. Here, running away from something that's not even chasing me, the air particles manage to croak; "Run, run, run."
And then it hit me. What I was really running away from was chasing me. I was running away from my emotions and I didn't realize that they were, in fact, backpacked onto me. They were heavily weighing down on my back. My back felt fragile, broken... like my heart.
I felt like crashing to the ground. The thick tears and emotions were superior, rising above me. The দিন before at school when I nearly melted my esophogaus, I felt numb, besides the physical pain. I scanned the ground desperately. I managed to spot something. I leaned against it, its surface cold. A dumpster. It towered above me. I tried standing on a soggy cardboard box. Someone had drawn on it with a Sharpie and turned it into a club house. They hard and steady rhythm of the rain had soaked the box and poked holes in it. It may have just been a cardboard box, but I could just imagine the tears streaming down some kid's face. It was আরো than a box to them. When the bad economy came and pounded on Annabella's family, it forced them to sink down, and they were fragile. Her parents both were unemployed so they moved all the way to Colorado. They were the box, and I was the child. Everyone saw Annabella as just some student at Kiser Middle, but she was আরো to me. And when that child's laying in their বিছানা weeping for their ruined club house, আপনি know I'll be weeping for my best friend.
I stood on the box to long and my heavy tears weighed me down and I fell to the ground. I heard a loud, sick, snap. I sat up and my arm hung awkwardly. I searched my pockets for my phone, but I couldn't find it. I saw it sinking into a puddle out of the corner of my eye
Well.. this was pain. I was looking for something to hurt myself, but I didn't even have to try. Thats really all I remember because then it was black and I was dreaming about falling down a never ending hole and crying and screaming as if someone could help me. I was helpless.
Someone once told me your dreams reflect how আপনি feel. When I first went to Kiser in the 6th grade I had dreams about schools full of aliens and cacti in the hallways. This was when I had my mama and she called me crazy. The therapist told me I was experiencing certain emotions to cause the dream like feeling হারিয়ে গেছে and out of place because everything was so new and weird to me.
And then I woke up and I was crying. It wasn't crying like a girl with a broken হৃদয় but it was আরো a "I can't take this, somebody help me" cry. I was crying for no reason in particular- That was a lie I told someone who walked by. I was crying because I was feeling weak, and helpless. Like a child in the middle of parents arguing, hungry for a divorce. And then it was all black again. Not a deep sleep, but a faint. In my head, I saw a cyclone of yellows and blacks and stars.
I don't remember any one ever coming but I guess they did because I woke I woke up in my own bed. Cleetus was there at my feet, of course. With a nasty rawhide. Yuck.
And then it hit me. What I was really running away from was chasing me. I was running away from my emotions and I didn't realize that they were, in fact, backpacked onto me. They were heavily weighing down on my back. My back felt fragile, broken... like my heart.
I felt like crashing to the ground. The thick tears and emotions were superior, rising above me. The দিন before at school when I nearly melted my esophogaus, I felt numb, besides the physical pain. I scanned the ground desperately. I managed to spot something. I leaned against it, its surface cold. A dumpster. It towered above me. I tried standing on a soggy cardboard box. Someone had drawn on it with a Sharpie and turned it into a club house. They hard and steady rhythm of the rain had soaked the box and poked holes in it. It may have just been a cardboard box, but I could just imagine the tears streaming down some kid's face. It was আরো than a box to them. When the bad economy came and pounded on Annabella's family, it forced them to sink down, and they were fragile. Her parents both were unemployed so they moved all the way to Colorado. They were the box, and I was the child. Everyone saw Annabella as just some student at Kiser Middle, but she was আরো to me. And when that child's laying in their বিছানা weeping for their ruined club house, আপনি know I'll be weeping for my best friend.
I stood on the box to long and my heavy tears weighed me down and I fell to the ground. I heard a loud, sick, snap. I sat up and my arm hung awkwardly. I searched my pockets for my phone, but I couldn't find it. I saw it sinking into a puddle out of the corner of my eye
Well.. this was pain. I was looking for something to hurt myself, but I didn't even have to try. Thats really all I remember because then it was black and I was dreaming about falling down a never ending hole and crying and screaming as if someone could help me. I was helpless.
Someone once told me your dreams reflect how আপনি feel. When I first went to Kiser in the 6th grade I had dreams about schools full of aliens and cacti in the hallways. This was when I had my mama and she called me crazy. The therapist told me I was experiencing certain emotions to cause the dream like feeling হারিয়ে গেছে and out of place because everything was so new and weird to me.
And then I woke up and I was crying. It wasn't crying like a girl with a broken হৃদয় but it was আরো a "I can't take this, somebody help me" cry. I was crying for no reason in particular- That was a lie I told someone who walked by. I was crying because I was feeling weak, and helpless. Like a child in the middle of parents arguing, hungry for a divorce. And then it was all black again. Not a deep sleep, but a faint. In my head, I saw a cyclone of yellows and blacks and stars.
I don't remember any one ever coming but I guess they did because I woke I woke up in my own bed. Cleetus was there at my feet, of course. With a nasty rawhide. Yuck.
from:sponge bob
wirtten by:sponge bob
গিটার by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if আপনি think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if আপনি just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if আপনি think that we cant sing it faster then আপনি wrong but itll help if আপনি just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if আপনি just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
wirtten by:sponge bob
গিটার by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if আপনি think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if আপনি just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if আপনি think that we cant sing it faster then আপনি wrong but itll help if আপনি just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if আপনি just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
She crawls into a memory.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
She sits, she cries, knees folded up to her chest.
Life is not like it used to be.
Why can't she enjoy life like she did before?
Because she had no life then, no identity.
She was what others told her to be.
She has learned.
She is gaining an identity.
She doesn't know who she is.
She only recently discovered that she didn't know,
That she had no life, no identity.
It's looking for her,
Coming slowly, across the sea.
She fears it will not find her.
It will wander in the darkness,
Searching, but never finding,
Never knowing how close it has come.
And she will never know it, even though she sees it, touches it, tastes it,
She will never be able to embrace it.
She keeps searching for she,
For her place to be,
To belong in this world, and to stand out.
I keep searching for me,
For my destiny,
For my identity.
umm নমস্কার guys sorry i have not পোষ্ট হয়েছে anything in so long I got major লেখা block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.
I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my হৃদয় there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!
Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to
I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an গাধা
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?
Inside my chest is a hole
where my হৃদয় once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!
and inside that hole
If আপনি can see past all of the scars
আপনি will see my suppresed heart!
I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my হৃদয় there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!
Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to
I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an গাধা
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?
Inside my chest is a hole
where my হৃদয় once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!
and inside that hole
If আপনি can see past all of the scars
আপনি will see my suppresed heart!
