*You find a box in the neighborhood-
it’s filled with some papers-.. care to read them..?*
*if you did- there are 4 papers.. seems someone likes writing poems.. they say-*
“Life is scary. You know?
Not the kind of scary you get from horror movies or a haunted house.
Not the kind of scary like when you think you forgot your keys locked in the car.
Not the kind of scary like when you think one of your friends finally decided to leave this world for good.
Not the kind of scary that is sharp needle point followed by the release of realization.
Life is not that kind of scary.
It's the kind of scary that follows you closely.
It's the kind of scary that shakes you awake at night just to let you stare back at its void.
It's the kind of scary that sits on your shoulder and taunts you for every waking second that it can take you when it pleases.
It's the kind of scary that pulls your blood from your arteries.
It's the kind of scary that revels in the sight of your tears.
It's the kind of scary that lingers, persists, torments, and never, ever leaves....
I now know how blue feels...
“it's a scary thing
to love someone more than you love yourself
to love someone more than you love anything
it's a scary thing
to need someone like you need oxygen
to need them so bad or else you'll suffocate
it's a scary thing
to want someone with every bone in your body
and you feel it in your muscles
you've come undone
you have to have them
it's a scary thing to devote every piece of yourself
and to commit every part of your life
to one person
you can't help it, though
that is family-..
It works that way
it's scary because at any moment
things could change
and your whole world could come crashing down
your whole life will seem over
you will feel doomed
like you can never move on
you're suddenly out of breath
gasping for air
and that sickly feeling comes over you
i cannot live without you
please don't make me
it would be the end of me..“
is when you don't feel happy;
you can't smile under the azure sky.
is when you see all the skies are forever grey;
you can't feel the happiness you used to feel.
is when you look into the mirror
and you can see
your eyes are empty.“
“A loaded gun behind the perfect shot,
infiltrates my mind with memories I forgot.
Pills and potions couldn't help ease the pain,
the man with the goop I can no longer keep sane...
He’s gone now...
And in the bleeding sky I saw,
scars I've encountered once before.
The depth is scary, but I can't look away,
I dive and drown in this red ocean every day.
I close my eyes and hum a song,
trying to outshout the things I've done wrong.
It's a [oof]icide mission to try and win this fight,
so I'll just get lost with the strangers of the night.
On the gleaming tracks I run with no goal,
it's just an endless journey within a distant black hole.
I'm just a fraction of something that could've been great,
but, I know it's too late to change my bulletproof fate..”