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I'm not upset or mad. Just go.
It's what you wanted.
I'm not keeping you here.
I never did.
But I'm not important enough for you to stay.
I never was.
Just don't come back.
Just keep walking and I'll walk the other way.
Until we're both far away from this place.
No goodbyes. Not a word. Just our silent cries and faded footsteps resounding.
And all the memories we leave behind can be buried in the dirt.
They're only made to make things worse.
We must cast them away for good.
And take our separate paths.
Goodbye, old friend.
PewdieCry- Let Go of Me. Chapter One- GoodbyeA/N: I recommend you listen to the song in the YouTube video link as you read. It makes a difference from a plain simple story to an experience of a lifetime. This is also in Pewdiepie/Felix's POV. It will always be in his view unless I change things up. Sorry for this A/N here. Enjoy your story. Thank you. End of A/N.
Chapter One- Goodbye
I dropped my phone. I couldn't believe what I just heard. I grabbed my car keys and ran out the door. My heart dropped. No this couldn't be happening. This is a joke. Right? Right?
Traffic was slow. I honked my horn as my heart pounded in my chest. I had to hurry. I pulled my car over to the side and told Marzia to wait here for me and gave her the keys before getting out and began running between the cars.
I kept on running, my speed picking up into a sprint as I coul
PewdieCry Gone- Chapter 2 The alarm buzzed petulantly in Cry's ear. He open his eyes groggily and rubbed his eye as he checked the time. 5:03 a.m. It was fairly about 2 hours 'til Cry had to be at his first class and half an hour 'til Pewdiepie had to wake up.
The past weekend had been a long one. Cry had gotten to learn more about Pewdie. That he was Swedish and had a pug named Maya. Cry didn't share much information about himself. But that's okay they have a whole school year.
Cry sat up in his bed slowly, stifling a yawn as he looked at the Swedish man, fast asleep in his loft bed. His back was to Cry, his shaggy honey-brown hair was already a mess. Cry's own brunette hair was slightly messy but nothing too bad.
Cry stood up sleepily, stretching, his muscles. It felt good to stretch. He made a reach for his mask that rested upon the night stand that had the small alarm clock.
Cry didn't sleep with a mask on. Which is why he waited til his room
Thanks For the Memories
Do you ever feel like your life is going nowhere?
All those old memories come flooding back
The good times we shared, the smiles and laughs
Best friends is what we thought of each other
But now, were not even strangers.
Those memories are better than drugs
They may make me cry in this empty house
But I still love them and cherish them
And the good times we use to have.
But I still miss everything we've done.
But you wouldn't care about me or even those memories
Now that you finally found a place among the fakes
But its okay, I don't like myself either
I don't blame you
I'd leave too...
So I write this just so I may feel something
A final remembrance of those times
Times where I had been free from the abuse and bullying
A time where I was finally happy
But happiness is not meant for me
It was good being able to meet you and live a little longer
Now I must return the favor and disappear completely
You won't be mentioned by name so the police leave you be
The stress and abuse was just too
We play along to the same game everyday with no purpose.
Wolves that have been born and raised into dogs
For our Master's own gain.
Its the same training routine that keeps us in line.
We've been trained to be unaware of our Master,
But obey the orders for him to thrive.
We're just loyal and obedient mutts following orders for all our lives.
Starving for freedom that we don't know of.
Which is why when others refuse the collar
We dislike them, hate them, and punish them.
Not because they're different but because they're free
Free of the short leash of blind loyalty and lies.
They have the freedom we dreamed of,
A freedom that never existed.
A freedom that is more of a prison to them
Because of us.
And our training has taught us that;
All bad dogs get whipped.
The Broken Doll
A doll rests silently in a corner
Her porcelain lips painted into a smile and a rosy rouge on her white cheeks
She sits happily letting the hours pass her on by
You try to kick her, beat her, and even throw her
Her white skin becomes cracked, chipped and gray with dirt
Her once bright eyes now dull and dark
Her smile had disappeared among the cracks and chipped paint
You can walk away or apologize
But she won't mend
You can try to repair her with glue or tape
But she'll never be the same
She'll just be a broken doll
You can pass her off onto someone else so shes no longer your problem
You may not realize it or even care
But your damage remains like a scar
And she'll just get abused as shes passing on by because of your influence had passed with
And she'll finally shatter after enough of this dread
The broken doll lies in pieces and rests in peace with the dead
Little PrincessLittle sage raised in wind
a kind heart of beauty.
Princess why are you crying?
Daddy will protect you.
My little angel of light.
A sweet gift is my fair princess.
Sweet as sugar, delicate as a feather.
My little princess dont be down, daddy is here to brighten your day.
Little princess, what is your name?
Come with me.
And well be forever and always together.
Love can not cry upon a heart of crystal, hair of gold, eyes of jewels. Little princess tell me.
Why do you cry?
My little princess, why wont you tell me your name.
My tiny princess.
Heavenly light shine down, on her.
My little princess, please dont ever leave daddy.
He loves his girl. His tiny princess.
I will protect you, my little Persephone.
The LightWhen I was weak I only saw darkness
Every corner, every flicker of "light", every person
I couldn't escape it
It was always there
Like fear, or the smell of death, or like cancer eating at your life
There was no escape, no help.
We all experience it at some point
But there is always the brightest light in the darkest night.
It may be small, a flicker of hope, of kindness, of friendship
But it always come to your side
To protect and love you, to accept your flaws
It is the savior
The darkness soon came to light
And all was accepted, cleared
They tried to spread a vile filth into this light
But the light was far too strong
But just as life is good, it becomes fair and cruel and crushes this precious light.
But the light doesn't die, it stays brighter than ever.
The light never left.
It shines bright within you, the new vessel of hope and kindness
To save those from the clutches from the dark void
And vanquish the shadows within
You become the savior, the angel
Until it is time for your w
Quotations-Jadlyn "I'm used to being alone. I was the only one to count on for myself. This never bothered me, why should it now? To hold my head high and smile with confidence as I did whatever I could. Not cowering and relying on others.
What have I done? The fall was far too hard, and it's only worse. Forced behind a mask, a mask that only strikes fear into others. A mask of hatred and evil.
I have been forgotten by others and myself. Who have I become? To be the Lady of Sin? Everything I once knew dear, gone.
I don't need them, I don't need anyone. They will pay for what they've done to me. And I shall see them suffer.
Revenge is best served cold, but I prefer to purge their sinful souls into fiery pits of Hell. Let them all fall from grace." ~Jadlyn, the Lady Sin
" I am no one's guardian angel, I am fallen and forsaken. I shall destroy you and a
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breath into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
Hold the HeartI.
Your heart is like the old wall,
at the end of the street,
filled with random scribbles,
of names and dates.
Though yours smells of wine and scented candles,
cluttered with faulty promises rather than garbage.
I watched you toss it so many times,
like a useless rag ball, but this time hurt didn't it?
She couldn't bear to see her name,
topping the list of a million others,
nor the lipstick print you forgot to wipe,
mixed with the scent of another's perfume.
She added a new smudge to your wall,
a line of black carefully drawn
across the memories and faces,
and firmly stated:
"No more littering allowed at all".
Then she took a hammer and ripped a hole,
wincing in disgust at the decaying flesh hiding below.
Hold your heart in your hands,
the patches can no longer sustain,
there are too many pieces now,
I think you're even harming it more,
with every sting of the needle,
while you desperately try to sew it whole.
Are You Happy?I've never done anything to you
Yet I'm still the target of humiliation
To bathe frequently and wash clothes constantly
And I smell like a dead animal?
To hide my skin with long sleeves and pants
And never once been on a date or kissed a guy let alone have sex
But I'm still a slut?
I get pitied by my so called 'friends' that spread your lies.
I've done nothing to you.
But I'm the bad guy?
When you push me, laugh at me, lie about me, hurt me?
That I'm stupid, worthless, trashy, filthy and diseased?
I walk through the halls just wishing I'd disappear or die
I cry at night begging for it all to end
And I stare into the mirror at the scum that stares back.
Are you happy? Because I'm not.
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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