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Featured: I Am Alone
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Drain the Blood - ExcerptI tried to ignore the words which escaped her mouth. I focused, instead, on a half eaten croissant, which someone left in the corner of the room. One of the flakes, which had coral lipstick on it, fell onto the plate. I tried to wonder who she was, whether she was married or if she had kids, but I snapped back into the conversation.Drain the Blood - Excerpt by ~Nikko-Bosatsu
"You see, we just aren't good for each other. I'm not in the right place for this, I'm a mess and you are... Kate, you're just so, pessimistic and depressive. We are feeding off each other's negativity"
I was numb and slightly cold; the words went through me. Everything she was saying sounded like hippie bullshi

The Needle Tears a HoleBury the needle six foot deepThe Needle Tears a Hole by ~Nikko-Bosatsu
Right into my cold dead skin
Push the plunger and let it release
Send in Euphoria
The track marks follow my downfall
I'm getting closer, inch by inch
Almost down to rock bottom
In this hole, full of gasoline
I try to climb back up
But, there is a catch
A match is stuck to my hip
It's the price of my next hit...

The Agreement -Part 1- Surveying the brightly lit stage from the balcony of the school auditorium, Sierra fought a creeping sense of nausea. She hated this part of rehearsal. This was the fourth day in row she'd been forced to watch the guy of her dreams practice a kissing scene with the girl of her nightmares. She wanted nothing more than to put the image out of her mind and run until her legs gave out. But there were two problems with that: One being that she had no claim to Justin Young in truth, he barely knew she existed. The other problem being, it was her job to run the spotlight. And so she remained at her post, anThe Agreement -Part 1- by ~Hedge-of-Thorns

the taste you can't forgetIt's the taste of failure, of whispers no-one else can hear, of an empty packet rustling; of fingers scraping out your throat like it's a bowl of chocolate sauce; of crying and eating yet more salt, it's looking at your hands with no control, it's giving up, wanting something so much and yet being too pathetic, it's the way you sit in that shower for hours just wanting it out, and the way you gag, cough and stop yourself, every time; it's staring at thinspo, crying and stuffing your face; it's helpless, it's useless, it's everything about you that deserves to die but never will.the taste you can't forget by ~kara422
You tell yourself you're fighting it off, that you're being str
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