Crimson Blood and Poison Tears ~Lashton~

PROLOUGE

HI GUYS SO YEAH I HOPE YA ENJOY THIS I KNOW ITS BAD BUT PLEASE I AM ONLY 12 SO YAH BITCHES THERE WILL be SWEARING SO Bye Bye Now LOL  :) 

~Emma xx 

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 I'm Trying so hard to make the pain go away but I can't I Wrote another poem it describes me and Him, My Best Friend No one thinks threes anything wrong with me it turns out I'm quite a good Actor I should be happy I really should Because I am Going on tour with the most famous Boy band in the world but in all Honesty I just can't be bothered Because My Mind is my prison and I can't escape Anyway here is the Poem

Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.

Poison tears stream down my face,
My heart beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain.

I don't need you anymore...
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate you like I hate my life;
But love is what cuts like a knife.

Love is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.

Crimson blood streams down my head
Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread,
To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull...

...Now just a memory that's faded and dull.

~Ashton Fletcher Irwin , 2011 

Hi Again Here I am in the dead of the night razor in hand blood over this page writing again I keep it a Secret from Hazza though because he is my Boyfriend and If he found out so would the other lads and then someone would overhear and then the fans would find out and Then it would be Phsycho because I was the Always happy Bubbly joker Of One Direction I am Louis Tomlinson the boy with not a care in the world- To everyone but Myself because Inside I know I'm Broken

Have you ever sat up at night,
And just let your barrier down?
Brick by brick.
I've sat in silence and cried..
Plenty of times.
I've let it defeat me,
Made me think I'm worthless,
I let the burden of my thoughts get to me.
Like safety pins and razors..

I don't regret it,
Because Now I've got the scars..
They remind me..
Of how the scarlet red trickled down my skin.
I don't regret the pleasure it gave me,
How I felt I needed it to happen.

But i do regret that I let my family and friends..
Down.
All because..
I let the anxiety and wretchedness reach me.
I let it control me..
The pain, The pleasure.
It gave me peace.

The thoughts I think.
Overtake me sometimes,
I like to go back.
To the feelings,
To The way it was cold against my skin.


Sometimes..
I think I'm good enough to stop.
But something reminds me.
I'm not..

Often I'd like to end it all..

~Louis William Tomlinson

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