LazyBeanWrites

I’m taking a break for who knows how long possible until next semester.

LazyBeanWrites

Hi! I’m going to be traveling and doing things so no updates during spring break! Sorry! Have a great week or Spring Break and Happy April Fools! Comment what prank you would do or did do! <3

kuma_vogue

@LazyBeanWrites Maybe prank them that I have a lover ?
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Hanahaki_Flowers2

@LazyBeanWrites Probably prank my friends about me dying.
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LazyBeanWrites

How I would want to die, 
          
          Falling from somewhere, or being in a hurricane. I could feel like I was flying before I died. Comment how you would want to die!

kuma_vogue

@LazyBeanWrites I don't know. Maybe murdered and become a ghost like the Aftons family? Lol
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em_the_edamame

@LazyBeanWrites yeah that sounds cool. another think that i would like would be to kms on the edge of a volcano so i can fall..
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LazyBeanWrites

One day I will say goodbye! Just another soul lost from this damaged world! Take me! TAKE ME!

LazyBeanWrites

My heart drips the dark liquid…
          Drip… Drip… Drip…
          My heart is encased in dark 
          Suffocating…
          I feel as if I am meaningless
          Alone…
          Alone…
          The tears spill from my already red eyes…
          My hair falls in my face only making my mood twist worse…
          Am I depressed? Maybe…
          Thoughts of death spiral…
          I’m alone even when their are friends or foes
          I’m alone…
          I try not to listen
          But I do and it makes my heart pound in my chest
          That little melody of grief.
          I. Am. Not. Alright.
          If I say I’m fine…
          Liar! Liar! 
          If I smile…
          Fake! Fraud!
          If I let my emotion slip…
          Broken! Broken!
          I’m alone surrounded by strangers…
          My heart doesn’t know love…
          Hate and love are the same…
          The tears land in a puddle at my feet…
          I’m a soul of grief…
          I’m not talented…
          I’m a fraud, useless like the rest, born to marvel at the lucky…
          Everyday… thoughts of death.
          I am too afraid to continue those thoughts…
          One day though, my last words will be a whisper…
          “I’m just another useless soul to marvel at the lucky.” 
          Dark grief… 
          Incase my soul… flow through me… 
          Let me be free from the pain…
          Let me sprout wings of darkness and fly free in the sky!
          No more! No more! 
          I am done!

syluss_birdie

@LazyBeanWrites Then get yourself high up my friend. Or else I'll be murdering someone
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