Came to with your hands around my neck
Angel in my ear and a gun to my back
You take the wind from me but I choke for the last time
Keep your convictions, I'm done playing the victim
You better move on, motherfucker
But you pull me right back together
Yeah, you pull me right back
You pull, you pull, you pull
Oh God, you're ripping me apart
You're ripping me apart
Oh, you make me a God when we come together
You make me the best, but I never get better
You are the lie, you are the dream
You are everything to me
You rip me, you rip me, you rip me, you rip me
Torture. Nightmares. Bullying. Every single day. Over and over. On repeat. I survive every single day, trying to deal with Raphael. Every day it gets worse. Solely because I'm gay. Whoever did it, whoever told the whole school, I hope you rot in hell.
I want to die. He has destroyed my will to live. He has made me want to kill myself. Then there's my dad making that even worse. I hope I die.
I walked outside after getting ready to leave.
"Hey Dean?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you so early?"
"I wanted to finish this up."
"Okay good luck. Seeya," I waved goodbye.
Dean saw. But didn't say anything. But he would in time. Why does Cas self-harm? That is his question to himself.
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Cas didn't go to school. He skipped. He went downtown to what looked like a tattoo parlor that had been shut down. That's partly right. It is. But it is also his dealer. For weed and other drugs he should be doing. He also got supplied alcohol for free. All of it. Free. As long as they had sex. Why he agreed to this that's questionable, but an escape from reality? Was it worth it? Was it worth getting high for this?
Cas woke up, knowing full well what had happened. He cried. He wanted to die...he was raped...multiple times now..just for a quick fix.
"I'm gonna kill myself," he said out loud knowing full well no one was there to hear him.
Cas exited the building and went underneath the bridge and thought to himself this is it but first I gotta go home
Goodbye world.
There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who I swear I've never seen
Do anything but laugh
She's tall and she's smart
Beautiful and strong
And when someone's down
She tries to fix what is wrong
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...
How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's eyes are glazed over
like newly cut glass
The ghost of a smile
Hints at her face
And she laughs as they tell her
"Who's on First Base"
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...
How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's sad that you find it rare
to see her smile or laugh
Her frends tells her jokes
Like that one with the guy
But all she does is close her eyes
and enter her mind
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...
How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
For her imperfections...
There was a girl
In the front of my class
Who yesterday took
The breath that was her last..
She wrote a few notes:
I'm sorry I didn't say,
but my mind was messed up,
You couldn't save me anyway..
And to the girl in the back of the class,
Who feels the way I did....
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...
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Angel of my Dreams
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