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| The Strength it Takes to Laugh...; just read it..heh.... | |
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| Ruby | Aug 6 2005, 08:38 AM Post #1 |
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Let the rain fall from the heavens like the tears from my eyes..
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Stumbling through the dark hallways, the shadows loom big all around. No more tears to cry, no more screams to utter..silent as the night. Pain is everywhere, suffering is all that is ahead. Ripped, torn, her body is a shell of grief, housing a soul that suffers more than anyone will ever know. She slowly rises, sweat and blood soaking into her torn clothes and skin. Another step, another pain; she walks on, knowing that in the end, she'll be hurt...again. New gashes appear on her skin, as she reaches her destination. She slowly unties the folds of the familar package at the end of the hallway. Tracing her bloodied fingers over the cover softly, she noticed how old and cracked it looked. Slowly, she places the mask of happiness upon her face, and looks into the mirror. She sees her face smiling back, and the pain she knew so well filled her up again. Her breathin hitched, as she attempted to laugh, the one thing she did to cover her sadness. No matter how many times she laughed, there were always tears behind it. Taking a deep breath, she lets out a small giggle. Slowly building up her strength, she attempts another laugh....and succeeds. Every laugh, ever syllable, burns at her throat, like a fire. Her tears are hidden, and a smile graces her features. She opens the door and faces the world with her fake cheeriness, smiles, and laughs...but no one ever knows how much she wants to cry inside. For her, it takes everything she has to laugh... No, this is not an attempt on Goth, DH...I'm just doin what you told me to do a while back, open up...As you can see, my mind is a screwed up place, for this is what I feel like I go through everytime I am forced to accept something I don't want to accept...For me, the art of faking a smile or laugh, is somethin I've learned to do ever since I was little. My life hasn't exactly been a fairytale, and sometimes I don't feel like I want to go on living. I don't even want to live...but I do i for my mother, who loves her childeren more than life. If I can make her happy for living, that I will damned do it, she's the only person whose ever gived a damned about what I ever want, whether it was a good-night kiss, or a new book. But now, I have friends who actually care, so I continue living...No, I'm not trying to win ur sympathy or pity, for I'm already pitied by life itself. I'm opening up, becuz I feel as if...I should take DH's advice for once..lol...I don't want empathy, sympathy, or pity, I just feel like opening up. Ah, I feel sligtly better...but like I said, sometimes the tears are hidden behind the smile...But sometimes, it would be nice to cry....especially when ur hurting a lot... |
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| Rann | Sep 8 2005, 11:26 PM Post #2 |
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You know,it is always good to cry, let it out cause when you hold back all that emotion, and putting it off, and off, to another day, it makes you cold and hard. And it's good to tell how you feel here, just don't kidd yourself, and put other words in others' mouth, because you said so. You don't speak for me! You have your opinions like everyone else! And, if any misconceptions or misunderstanding you feel, should always be expressed in the open to anyone or to any one person, who Is willing to listen,to help and to burden your pain! That's what a freind is! And as for me, you know me well enough to know, where I stand, not in front of you, but behind! To give you a push or a a helping hand, and to hopefully, not let you fall! And, finally whatever you think of yourself, is your choice, but never, EVER, say, that all of us don't care,understand or feel for you. If we didn't,you would no longer be a member, a freind a TREASURE! I said my f*cking piece, don't like to bad!
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