Siblings fight.
Siblings argue.
Siblings hit.
Yet they always forgive.
But..... what if the sibling was cold?
What if the sibling was cruel?
What if the sibling treated 你 like scum?
What if the sibling was heartless?
What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?
What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?
What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?
What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?
What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?
What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?
What if the sibling made 你 cry, and then refused to apologize?
What if the sibling hurt 你 like a 刀 in the heart?
What if the sibling made 你 nearly burst into sadness every time 你 see them?
What if the sibling caused 你 to think why bother living?
A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.
It is a monster.
A terrible, ignorant monster.
Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.
Siblings argue.
Siblings hit.
Yet they always forgive.
But..... what if the sibling was cold?
What if the sibling was cruel?
What if the sibling treated 你 like scum?
What if the sibling was heartless?
What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?
What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?
What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?
What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?
What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?
What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?
What if the sibling made 你 cry, and then refused to apologize?
What if the sibling hurt 你 like a 刀 in the heart?
What if the sibling made 你 nearly burst into sadness every time 你 see them?
What if the sibling caused 你 to think why bother living?
A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.
It is a monster.
A terrible, ignorant monster.
Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.
你 don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these 迷失 fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and 你 don’t care anymore,
but 你 do,
你 still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the 日 of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing 你
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
嘿 Mom,
It's been a while
Since 你 sat 下一个 to me,
Since I saw 你 smile
I miss 你 Mom
I wish 你 were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see 你 Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my 心 in two
I'll always remember Mom,
你 taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling 你 Mom
Losing 你 killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what 你 were Mom,
Strong.
In everything 你 said
In everything 你 did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever 迷失 a parent.
It's been a while
Since 你 sat 下一个 to me,
Since I saw 你 smile
I miss 你 Mom
I wish 你 were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see 你 Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my 心 in two
I'll always remember Mom,
你 taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling 你 Mom
Losing 你 killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what 你 were Mom,
Strong.
In everything 你 said
In everything 你 did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever 迷失 a parent.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the 秒 of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But 你 should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do 你 do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three 更多 seconds, gone, like that,
Did 你 use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these 秒 in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the 秒 of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But 你 should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do 你 do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three 更多 seconds, gone, like that,
Did 你 use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these 秒 in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the 爬坡道, 小山
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the 爬坡道, 小山
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die 情绪硬核 婊子, 子 die, bitchy whore. That last 评论 doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first 吻乐队（Kiss） and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it 说 玫瑰 are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if 你 want I'll tell them to can it, all because I 爱情 你 Janet. I don't know who wrote 你 爱情 poem rhyme thing but I 爱情 你 too!
