KittenLullaby

I'm soft. I'm fragile. I've been broken before You would know You saw the tears... You're the one... So why do you play? So why do you lie? So why did you leave? I've got a paper heart I've got a broken heart I'm quite delicate you know.... You're the one that broke it. You're the one that loved it... You know I believed it all... So why did you say so? So why did I believe you? So why do I love you? I'm soft. I'm fragile. I've been broken

Yes, I was alone. People were everywhere but I was all alone. I was alone, indeed. These past few days, weeks and months, I was going through a lot of pain and rushing down into hell but nobody's holding me back, holding me tight and telling me that I could go through this unscathed. I had wept in despair. I stepped into my room and it was like going down the drain. I went numb....empty. It was dark and cold. Who turned off my beautiful lights? No windows adorned my pitiful room. My walls were painted in black and the floor was filled with blood. My own blood. I felt like I had descended in to a dark womb. I drowned myself in frailty, distr

1. If Sonya played in a movie, what kind of character would they play? Hm... probably the victim. Or the sidekick. I'd say hero, but she gets injured a lot.. And I'd say villian, but I can't help but laugh at that. Maybe the useless sidekick. The kind that just stands there. And when the hero needs help, she offers advice, but the hero just kind of blows her off. 2. Abraham suddenly knows all your secrets. What do you have to say about that? DAMMIT ABRAHAM. WHYY?! You better not tell Chris ANYTHING. -______- 3. In a race between you, Chris and James, who would win? I don't know. Chris and I run at the same speed. [We unintentionally race

My soul is falling to the ground, Delicate as an autumn leaf, And shattering like the mirror's glass. A pool of water revealing reflection, It is no more; Tainted by blood. That blood stained pool is from my heart, And once all of the demented pain is gone, I will die. I will roll over and die. It has already been predicted, On that day I sat in tears, The last day of my natural life; The day when my soul died. The dead should be buried and rest in peace, Especially the crush I have on you. I don't want to keep my phone next to me, Hoping it's you that's texting. I'm starting to learn not to expect anything, So your hopes do