musicrunsmylife

This was it. The day Bekah was leaving. She had to leave Zach, the guy of her dreams. Bekah was graduating. She was a senior and Zach was a junior. She knew she had to tell him how she felt. But she couldn’t. They hung out together on the hill on the last day of school. She felt so happy and nervous. She cried, A LOT! She went home that night, sad that she wouldn’t get to see Zach everyday, so she wrote him a letter. Bekah wrote him a long letter telling him exactly how she felt, she just needed to figure out how to get the letter to him. They would occasionally text each other, but Zach was giving Bekah many many mixed signals.

If love and hate is all we have, then what good is that? Why is it that there is more hate than love? What good is that? Why, to some people, does it feel good to hurt others? What good is that? Why do you lie alone at night, and silently cry; hearing and feeling your heart literally break? What good is that? Why does it hurt so much to love? Why is it so hard to trust someone? What good is that? What good is it, to not be able to look in the mirror because you feel ashamed of what you will see? What good is it, watching as everyone smiles and laughs, while you are all out of fake smiles? What good is it, when you feel yourself losi

    She always wanted that fairytale, storybook romance. When she first saw him, she thought he was cute, got this strange feeling in her stomach. It was the first day of school, they sat, and still sit, right next to each other. She remembers someone’s phone going off, and they looked at each other, both with confused looks upon their faces. She tried really hard not to constantly keep looking at him; she didn’t want to freak him out. They didn’t talk at first really, until she found out that they had TWO, yes two, classes together. Her heart nearly burst out of her chest. She didn’t really understand it. One day sh

    There he was. The guy she had been crushing on since the beginning of the year. Although now she felt that is was more being in love than crushing on. He had his leather jacket on and his hat. God, the hat! He wore one of those damned things every fucking day. She couldn’t complain much, she would steal it from him everyday. Usually wearing it during the school than giving it back when the final bell rang. Occasionally she took it home with her, but that was kind of rare. Especially with his new ones. He was tall, and of course she liked tall guys, considering how short she was.    She had 7th period with him everyday. And every t

I want to be a dream-­catcher. I want to be your dream- catcher. I want to be inside the deepest parts of your mind. I want to be the one that catches all your bad dreams and thoughts. I want to be inside your mind, so I can catch them before they even get a chance to enter your mind. Before they come to disturb your peacefulness. Before they can protrude your sweet deep thoughts. Before they disturb you in your slumber or in your wake. I want to be the one that blocks these negative thoughts and dreams. I want to be the barrier, sponge­like, encasing and absorbing them before they reach you. I want to be your angel that wat

When Ruby fell asleep, she heard voices. When the voices started getting louder and closer, she crept over to her bedroom door so she could hear better. She listened closely as the sound came closer and closer to her door where she was standing. She tried to hold her breath for as long as she could, so as not to make a sound. One of the floorboards creaked when Ruby moved her foot ever so slightly. She cringed and stopped breathing. Seconds later footsteps replace the murmurs. Ruby panics and dives into her bed, pulling the covers over herself, trying not to shake. The footsteps stop just outside her door as someone, or something, turns the h

Tears fall down my face as I run blindly through the streets that seem to be getting longer the more I run. The trees closing in around me. Blood drips from my wrists, from where that cold blade I kept hidden under my floorboards, left it’s mark. Blue and black marks on my legs from where the burning needle met my pale skin. A black hair tie holds back the tangled mess of my blue and purple hair. My lip in pain from getting it pierced just two days ago. My nose broken from falling when I tripped on that rock. The shoelaces on my black converse coming undone as I run farther and farther away from my life. Headphones in my ears, with musi

They stood there in silence for only about 2 minutes at most. He took a few slow steps toward her. He grasped her shoulders firmly but gently. He stroked her arms, finally reaching her hands, holding them gently, as if they were made of glass. He held and kissed each and every finger, fingers with chipped red and purple nail polish. He proceeded to kiss her arms, delicately. As if her whole body was made of priceless china. She stood there, watching him, and enjoying the feeling he was giving her. She enjoyed it so much, feeling the love, the passion, the ecstasy, the fire burning inside her soul, heart, and everywhere. He paused only a mome

Let me go Screams your head into the dead of the night Set me free Cries your heart in the midst of all the tears Hear me roar Yells the voice hidden inside your soul

Horns honking, Lights flashing People screaming, Tears streaming Heart sinking, Feet running Walls closing, Doors locking Blood dripping, Hands shaking Silence A moment of silence Sirens blaring, Tires squealing Glass shattering, Metal crunching Head pounding, Chest hurting Pain winning, Body losing Silence A moment of silence Sky crying, Sun falling Stars shooting, Moon mourning Clouds flying, Wind blowing Silence A moment of silence Teacher writing, Students reading Bell ringing, Hallway filling Lockers slamming, Desks creaking Pencils scratching, Paper tearing Silence A moment of silence Water dripping, Coffee steaming Mil