I just feel like putting some things in here that I wrote over time. Since I don't update my subprofile anymore, and took it out of my AIM profile, I'm just going to put some of that stuff in here. Descending into a crypt that holds more than my thoughts..it holds my life.. Bloody battles..profound names..I am losing you before I have the chance to say good-bye.. In the cascading light that I can still see..I see you..with your empty heart..and face of tears.. When it all comes down to one thing, you choose to live for it or not. You choose to do good in school and make good grades. You choose to smoke and drink with your friends. You choose to be who you are, and you can't change unless YOU decide that is what you want. Because no one can DO something for YOU, and you'll always have to live with it.. When nothing can get better..it just gets worse..and what you wanted to begin with..becomes farther away..and you can longer reach it.. I'd die with a smile on my face, I'd die with love in my heart, yet I'd die from hatred. Explain to me why I live the life I live..Why I go on in conditions like these..Why I listen to people I don't have to listen to..Why I type these words..Why I cry at night..Why I'd rather die than live another day as this horrid person that I am. The screams echo as they bounce off of the cellar walls..the screams aren't heard but by him..he screams because he can't find himself..he screams because he mourns deaths..he screams because he lost his love..he screams as a child to the cold cellar's walls. Having a feeling of being morbid..not feeling joyous around anyone you used to find complete comfort around..the pain you go through, yet when you wake up in the morning you still get out of bed and suffer through it all yet again..feeling morbid is your only feeling, and for now, life as you know it, is nothing but being morbid.. I cry into the depths of your heart as a lonely soul, never to be noticed by your intimidating eyes, nor to be loved by your courageous heart, but to be pushed aside from your being. The inkling of your fate that was left..is now gone.. Falling into your wrath of hate yet loving it..falling deeper into your eyes that appear as beauty though are truly morbid..falling in love with you..and not noticing. Lying in a bed of hate..hate from you..pain from you..tears that fall because of you..just because of the choice you made.. Such a different world from your view..a different picture at your angle..a different definition of love in your mind.. Bleh. I tend to write a lot of things that aren't really true. Maybe I'll put some poems in here..