Little dark age🏳️‍🌈 انتقال داده شده

Maybe I'm too busy being yours to find somebody new 17:43 #art

people are not loyal to you, they are loyal to their needs When their needs change, their loyalty changes #♡

Skull

-Day 3 = Blood dripping down my eyes , all I could think of was freedom. I stepped on the stairs ,willing to find something as my hair  started to flow by The Heavy wind one step two steps three and four but it didn't end. I stopped and looked at my right side searching for my friend just to encounter his body lingering from the ceiling. I started running towards him pushing something to change but the only thing revealed was other corpses hanging by a rope. when I touched the blood on the face of the of the person, the wall behind him caught my eyes. Names written on it with a glowing red , all the names were the same color but one. my name, next to my friends. my vision got blurry, my breath cut and my body lost its energy and I stayed in the air like the others looking at my name turn blood red •°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°•

-Day 2= I sat alone in the dark staring blankly at the grass stains on my sweatshirt. I felt trapped and hopeless. Like there was no escape from the pain eating away my mind I tried to hide it from everyone but now it was open for anyone who tried to know I had been thinking about death lately. the feeling of coldness surrounding your bones to your heart in the hallway at home I saw the boy slumped over my desk with his eyes torn out ,looking at me like it could eat my soul any seconds given. I had seen too many people die in my short life and it wasn't something I could get over . I had tried to block it out but my thoughts began to Spiral out of control. I'd see people in house, Park, streets and everywhere; and every time they look at me  I saw fears built in Their Eyes. My depression started to spill over into everything I did .I found myself isolated from the outside world one day that I didn't know anything about I starred at the ceiling not bothered bout anything while my family were trying to talk to me .I continued silently and unresponsive. that night I woke up with a sharp pain in my chest. my eyes couldn't see a single thing .I tried touching my surroundings but none could be felt. suddenly to realization hit! and I touched my eyes feeling my skull as my hands went inside my eye socket, hearing a voice in my ears say (looks like you will see things in our way darling) •°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°•

My eyes They couldn't see anymore They couldn't see colors They couldn't feel the breeze All they could feel was the broken thoughts in my mind #♡

It's not that their pain is worse at night, it's just that there's no distraction. The mind gets quiet and the pain that was there all day seems louder #♡

-Day one= Lately everything is so harsh. my dreams had turned dark ,my spirit was trapped. it had been broken ,laid down in my blood and flesh left in the life. I laid down in the room, looking at the prison I made. Feeling the blood flow out of my veins feeling the Chill running in my ribs my limbs were stiff and aches all over while I Continued to break. Everything was out of my control .how much did I have to get hurt just to hurt someone who really deserved it? how much did I have to pretend ?from the Misery I was born with ,from the society I was raised by, from the thoughts that have been buried in my soul's graveyard. A guardian angel was what I needed .someone to save me, someone I could trust, someone who would know how it feels I don't know if I made this hell I am in or it was made for me ,all I know is that it was the ending. I slept over everything that happened after ,hoping no one find me out I wanted to be left as a mystery, couldn't I be left alone at the end of my story? •°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°•

Credit to Satan's child

He put his canvas on the stand and stared at the white screen in a way that only that screen could understand, certainly no one could understand him, they only know how to offer high prices for his paintings and talk about money. He decided to use his favorite color again to express his inner feeling, to express his hatred towards humans He picked up his favorite hammer and smashed it on the half-alive body next to him, with blood spreading on his face and a part of the canvas, he smiled in satisfaction. He painted his favorite melody and drew his blood-stained hands on the canvas to create another extraordinary work, he knew that people would fall in love with his paintings. But no one knew his secret, of course, if they knew his secret, they themselves would be victims of the next work, and what better pleasure than this.

Jack 15:28 #art

OK Harry..

There is a little story I'd like to tell About this little boy who came from hell Sit right there and listen real good I'll tell you all the ways he's misunderstood ⌫