Too Late It never changed, that time I saw Lizzy dead. Dead, stone cold, no #life flowing in her any more. Blond golden locks stained blood red in a pool of blood, lips pale like ice. She looked like a rag doll, maybe a marennet if she had stimgs attached to her limbs. To be honest, it's all my fault. Too late I was, unable to get here in time before the bullet left it's sleeping chamber. If only I hadn't been stuck, stuck in a chair, ropes bounding round my flesh. If I hadn't made that deal she wouldn't be dead. It's all my fault she is dead. I-I'm too late.

Sometimes Sometimes I can't take #life that has been foreshadow for me. I want to end it in some possible way, but i don't want to feel the pain. Loved ones? 'Nah, they wont miss me' is what i would say if I had any. Sometimes I just want to sleep during the whole day and go for long walks through the fields at night with my emo boyfriend. Oh, wait I already do that. Really I'm saying that you should go through #life weather you want to or not, may it hurt you along the way while those around you fly through it like migrating birds. But don't be sad about that, be happy in your own way and express it with pride..... I know, but some people need a message like this one to read as well.... #life is a beautiful lie, but death is the horrible truth.

Stero Emo I still alone, sad and really really different from every one. Where ever I go people look at me and have that wispering expression on their face. 'Look its that emo again' or 'its an emo, self harm ' my black hair in the way of my sight, black eyeliner thickly outlined my eyes. Black, all black clothing cling to my body, able to blend into the shadows like stealthy ninjas of accient Japan. Knee high converese knotted to my legs, hugging me round my calf. Band t-shirt worn out from a couple of letters. Killing stares piecing through me like knives. Why do they see emos sterotypically ?.....

Heterochromia So rare to get, yet beauitful as well. The huskies of the snow commonly have mis-matched eyes. That one blue eye like icy air and the brown eye simular to the bark on fern trees. Humams are rarely born with this girft that makes me truly jelous. Sometimes fights lead to them having a mis-matches eye, but to me I would wear that like a medal. My question is, can rats develop heterochromia?.....

Night Time Emo I wounder the streets alone when its dark, not because I'm not afraid but because of the way the fark stary night matches my glowing eyes as I walk into the light from exiting a dark alley way. My hair covering half my face with sleeps pulled down over my hands to hide my cuts from the judges view, its like I'm an alien to society. Two odd blue and green all star convereses worn ripped and very worn out on my feet, ripped jeans tightly cling to my legs. The birds sleep to the hunting scavaging foxes of the night, cats purr on door matts of any house in the street. Turning out lights flicker off as civilans fall asleep for another day to eat away at their #life. Another reason why I walk the streets at night.... Not to sleep but to fill my #life with utter nothing as I roam without a reason.... and you?....