missfalloutboylover

These scars define me, These scars remind me, These scars are who I am My blood drips down, Red ember, remember These scars go so deep Save me, Save me, Save me from myself, There is no one else But you, but you! Oh, oh You can pull me out, I'm falling, falling down. Slowly dying now Falling to the ground, Dying, dying Screaming as I fall, you can end it all Save me, save me You have killed me once You could bring me back I love you, I still love you Save me, Save me, Save me from myself, There is no one else But you, but you! Oh, oh You can pull me out, I'm falling, falling down. Slowly dying

Never Really Lived Part TWO ------------------------Peter's POV---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I looked down at the scene below me. Now every one was gone except Patrick, my Patrick. He was silent and barely breathing. I could hear Joe and Andy outside the door talking to the nurse. "He's gone… for sure?" Andy asked/stated "Yes, sir, I'm terribly sorry. We have free counseling down stairs for any one who needs it," the nurse replied politely. "I bet Patrick needs it…" Joe said quietly. "Of course, sir. Just send him down to room 132 once he's ready."   I saw Pat

The hardest part of this is leaving you… My lips are chapped. And dry and they hurt like hell. But that's kind of the least of my worries right now; one of the bigger ones would be this disease, and chemo. Some times the chemo is worse then the cancer. Could you call my aunt Marie for me? Help her gather all my things and tell her to burry me in my favorite colors. Every one says "I'm sorry" but no one ever says good bye. We all know that I'm leaving. And counting down the days until I die… it isn't living.  And I won't kiss you, because the hardest part of this is leaving you. Please turn away, I look awful… I mean, all my ha

Chapter one It started out so innocent. A simple way to release all the pain stored inside. The pain of being in love with some one who would never love me… the pain of the constant crap from the paparazzi and the haters, the pain of the "break" from my best friends. Now the release I'm talking about is cutting. One day, I was so depressed that one day, I just cut too deep… I had a knife in my hand, the memories of the day flashing in my head. Those words… "Solo" and "other band"… I knew that I wanted this break, but I didn't want them to start there own careers… selfish, I know. But it was the truth. I took the knif