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The Darkness of my Heart by MinionOfKetchup, literature
Literature
The Darkness of my Heart
In anguish I wallow
My heart bleeds to no end
I cut my wrists slowly
As my tears...um, unbend
I cry in my sleep
As I bleed in my soul
And I like screamo
More than rock and roll
Yes, I'm a poser
A wannabe, too
I'm just wearing this black
To look good for you
My eyeliner smudges
Across my whole face
And it's black as my heart
And the human race
I hate my whole life
And you should too
Because dying your hair black
Is the cool thing to do
a family heirloom by MinionOfKetchup, literature
Literature
a family heirloom
I can still hear the bells ringing.
The May of my mother's fourth marriage was perhaps the most torturous month of all my 26 years. She wore the same pressed dress and moth-eaten veil for all of her "romantic" nights in Reno, Vegas, Anaheim, and Dallas. But this one, she said, was different. This man really loved her, she said, and she really loved him. Not just another do-over like those last two. And I had gone and believed her. Had I stopped her, or just paid closer attention, she would be 51. Almost old enough to say she had had a full life and find a nice place to settle down in Florida, maybe Hawai'i. But no. She had to go and get
