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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
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
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.
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