IllNeverBeDead

Going nowhere Turn that smile upside down Melting snowcone Dripping sweetness to the ground The sweetest words that I ever heard the mountain speak You're just a doormat But your welcome makes my knees go weak Feel the pain Your mother felt when you left home Against the grain Your father leaves you on your own Be a good boy The girls all want to see your face You can't imagine How much they long for your embrace A steady heartbeat Keeping time until we die Daddy says so We're not allowed to ask him why Am I to blame For letting time slip through my fingers? Ignore the shame Remember, you're never quite alone.

They're all over him, in his hair, in his ears, in his mouth.  He's thrashing around, frantically hitting himself to try and squash them, but still they keep coming; their legs tickle his face and make him want to vomit.  A scream rips its way up his throat, forcing a few of them out of his trachea, but there's more, always more.  He screams again-- And wakes with a jolt.  Sticky with sweat, entangled in the bedsheets like a mental patient in a straitjacket, he sits up and puts his face in his hands.  It was just a dream, he thinks, no spiders here.  No spiders, only in my head.  Only in my head. He glances over at the nightstand, the muted

Hang your coat up, have a seat Right next to me and feel the heat Of racing thoughts inside my mind. The tongue and teeth they hide behind Are weary of the constant strain And beg for me to end their pain. I've made a change, I swear it's true: No more nights of sacred blue And holding hands through rubber gloves. We're not a pair of turtle doves. And though I'd like to have it all, I've always been afraid to call A rose a rose, for other names Would be as sweet in theory, tame And docile, easily controlled. These daisies have me half-consoled, And thoughts of roses fuel the doubts, The pulling hair, the fitful bouts Of nerv

His rusty little fingers have a way with words, but they can't keep Away the feeling that he's sliding down a mountain, much too steep. However, only time can tell, and time can only tell so much Before he starts to lose the game, to feel the ache, to miss the touch Of silken skin on burning sin, a soothing touch he'll miss so much. The blanket wrapped around his legs, absorbing sweat and trapping heat Creeps along his stomach, up his chest and neck, and meets the teeth That shred and snap, destroying fibrous filaments that wish him harm, But even sharp white fangs can't stop the tendrils snaking up his arms And shoulders, wrapping a

Twelve steps to freedom, but I'm punching in the numbers anyway, Fingers bleeding, just another day of slow decay. Eyelids drooping slowly until I'm half asleep But I know how to keep a secret buried deep, So don't you worry your pretty little cotton-covered head, 'Cause you've still got twelve steps until you're dead, and a deathbed Isn't the worst sort of place to finally end up. Fill up that half-empty cup, overflowing, never showing weakness, Look out your window at bleakness and streaks of rain, God is shedding tears because you're such a pain to deal with, His love sent down and sealed with a kiss from chapped lips. Broken hi

::Frank's POV:: I think I'm the happiest person in the world.  I have Skittles in my pocket and a weekend with Gerard ahead of me.  We've been together for like three days now, it's totally love.  He's sweet and funny and his brother's hot as hell too, what more could I ask for?  Dammit, now people are staring at me.  What, can't a guy jump up and down and squeal like a little girl in the middle of a busy intersection without being treated like a freak? I stopped squealing and scurried across the street when cars started honking.  Bitches.  They've probably never experienced true love, I pity them. A few blocks later, I finally got to Gera

"Hey Frank!" "Yeeeeees?" "You wanna watch a movie?" "What kind of movie?" "A scary one." "Paranormal Activity!!!" "No, man, that movie's for pussies.  It wasn't even scary." "ARE YOU KIDDING??? I FUCKING WET MYSELF WHEN I WATCHED-- uhh… it was really scary…" "……. what did you say?" "I said it was really scary." "No, before that." "Nothing.  I didn't say anything before that." "Yes you did." "No I didn't." "Yes you did." "No I didn't." "Yes you--whatever. So do you want to watch a movie or not?" "Yeah! A scary one!!" "Okie dokie." Frank and I were at my house.  God, I'd known him about 9 hours and he was

My name is Gerard Way.  I am 16, like to draw, and I'm gay.  I have no idea why I would be mentioning this in the second sentence of the story, as it sounds quite awkward to introduce myself with random facts, but I don't care because MCR IZ LIK DA FUKIN AWSOMESST SHIIT ND IF U DON'T LIK DEM U JUST A PUSY-- yeah. I have few friends at my high school, because being an outcast makes me more lovable and relatable to the reader.  Ray, Bob, and my brother Mikey are the only decent people at my school.  I get bullied a lot, because that's how fangirls like to imagine me, as a helpless, sexy teenager.  Now that the awkward, half-assed introduction

Jenny:           I really need to get this off my chest, and I could never gather up the courage to say it out loud, so I'm writing it instead.  Even though you've told me so many times that you won't judge me no matter what, I'm still really scared because I've never told another soul.  So here it is:  I'm transgender.  FTM.  Trans.  Gender Dysphoric.  Whatever the hell you want to call it, it amounts to the same thing.  So now there's no more lies, no more "I'm fine"s when I'm really, seriously, incredibly not f