2:38am M.C.

Victims

Victims by New Years Day
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"I'm killing you! Why can't you see that? I.. I am broken.. I have been for 11 years. You can't fix me. I'm sorry. I love you, but I can't stand hurting you." I cried. He held onto my hand as hard as he could.
"Alex, please. Don't do this to me." Tears were falling down his checks.
"I-I can't. I have to go." I slipped out of his grip and ran. I've been running a lot lately. Away from all my problems. Maybe this will be the last time I run.

I hope..

"Are you okay?" I heard a male voice say frantically. I looked up from my phone to see a tall guy with bluish hair and an eyebrow piercing.
"Uh.. Yeah I'm fine. Just tripped." I said as he helped me stand up. I muttered a thanks.
"You're welcome. What are you doing out here at 2am?" My eyes finally connected with his. He has beautiful green eyes.

Stop Alex. Don't get to close to him. He probably pity's you..

I pushed my thought into the back of my mind and finally answered.
"I could ask you the same thing." I shot back at the mystery boy.
"Touché." He laughed. I looked at him confused. Why was he still here.

Why are you still here? My thoughts stared to take over again.

"Why are you still talking to me?" My mouth blurted.
"Because you looked fragile and broken. I can see it in your eyes. I want to help." My eyes widened in shock at his words.
"You can't." I whispered hoping he wouldn't hear. But with my luck, he did.
"Why not?" He pushed.
"Because I'm broken."
"Well, hello Broken, I'm Michael." He laughed sticking his hand out. I couldn't help but smile at his cheekiness.
"I'm Alex." I shook his hand lightly. Why do I feel comfortable around a stranger? I just met him..
"Nice to meet you, Alex." He smiled. "I am out on the cold streets of Sydney right now because I just left my mates house, and I am walking back to my house. Now, why are you out here?"
"I got into a fight with my mum, and I ran.." I said sheepishly.. He had a sad look in his eyes.
"I don't want your pity." I snapped. He looked like he was going to say something, but I ran.
I ended up running back to my house. It was now 3:47. I went into my room and collapsed onto my bed. I put my music on shuffle and fell asleep to one of my favorite songs.

The night falls a black veil on a porcelain doll
getting closer to the moment I break apart beyond repair
what is sleep when all i have are these tortured dreams?
throughing up the taste of razors that cut too deep
that's the price I'll pay

you would see a change in these eyes
but you've sewn your closed

I'm not your heroine
I'm a victim to your ways
you're not s innocent
you're the one who made me feel betrayed
I'm not your heroine
I'm a villain in your veins
we can be enemies
you can hunt down, if you're not dead

Oh it's happening
I can feel the change inside
they will be terrified of what comes next
I claw straight into the ones that decieved me for so long
they dug their grave, i pushed them in

you would see a change in these eyes
but you've sewn your closed

I'm not your heroine
I'm a victim to your ways
you're not s innocent
you're the one who made me feel betrayed
I'm not your heroine
I'm a villain in your veins
we can be enemies
you can hunt down, if you're not dead

This desperation leads to hands unclean
so let's own our vices, screaming out "come get me"
we all have debts unpaid with crimes we haven't even made

I'm not your heroine
I'm a victim to your ways
you're not s innocent
you're the one who made me feel betrayed
I'm not your heroine
I'm a villain in your veins
we can be enemies
you can hunt down, if you're not

If you're not
if you're not
if you're not dead..

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Italics are the future.