The Awakening: A Short Story

The last lines of the song are just repetitions of previous lyrics the repetitions can be reflected as being the urges to go through with the vial which in the end she did as the following lyric is “I choose defeat I walk away and leave this place the same today some like to sleep we like to play just look at all that

Her body aches when she’s awake. It kills her mother when she drinks too much. She can’t stay sober for a day. She’s giving everything to numb the burns, addicted to the losing fight. She looks vacant but the wheels still turn. She could be singing this tonight.

Sitting quietly, I ain't got no dignity, and I don't want to be impolite but I rather be optimist, all my pain hurt like someone stick a knife at me, looking up the ceiling watching particles fall off my bed, I ain't got no time to keep up with nobody shit, I think I'm old enough, I need some selves control, even in my eyes I still can see the misery, living home alone don't make me feel any fantasy, that's why I sit alone to hit the hennessy.

Laetitia, you destroy me so I can't see why I feel so lonely when you and me could be forever, perfectly perfect together, I know. Broken down in my dead bedroom, stuttering to pictures of you. I know that you can always see me, saw you staring through my TV last night. So I'll leave the door open all night, cause you decide if you want to stop on by 'cause you got to know who's been singing that song on the radio, the one that goes. My friends all call me crazy 'cause I stay up late anticipating and planning for the day I sweep you off your feet, I'd never leave you alone. Laetitia, you got my hands shaking. I'm begging you, oh baby, please stop breaking my heart, because I got the feeling you and I will never really get it on. So I'll leave

The skin she’s in can’t hold her, She’s starting to overflow. Everything on the outside is all that she’s ever known. It used to be so simple, but now there’s nowhere to run. She’s pulling herself apart now, and she’s starting to come undone. Now that she’s gone and all he did was wait. His breath is so cold and he’s wasting away blood on his hands. His life been made. He tells her to stop but the stories never fade. He saw her bleeding, a sight never seen. When she was always hiding, making her plate look clean. Breaking his mind, Swallowing pills. Maybe it’s time for a refill. One more bottle turns into four, shattering his hope till, he’s lying there on the floor. Now that she’s gone and all he did was wait. His breath is so cold and he’s

I’m ready for what ever you’ve been cooking… all of the dots connected to the map to you………. obviously,” Dirty paws” describes the journey best. I guess the beast was in my head and you let me fly around until I realized like everything else... that happen, perfectly it would lead right back to you, my heaven. Perhaps this is why everyone... knows you already. I underestimated your flip phone, you are the best person I’ve ever met. JEREMY, IM GOING TO LOVE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU FOREVERRR. I might have a tornado brain but yours is the hurricane that makes the perfect storm and you never gave up on me. I was falling asleep, then you made me cry now I can’t sleep. You put a parachute on me and pushed me out the plane… knowing you’d be there when I

Seeing you everyday and making memories that I know I won’t ever forget, us texting from 10 am to 3 in the morning daily, and making promises that later would be broken. I shouldn’t have been so naive. I should have kept my guards up because you broke me. You left me scarred, and as cliche as that sounds, it’s true. I’m completely different now. You tore every feeling from my soul and didn’t give it back. What made you change on me? What did I do wrong for you to stop loving me? I was so dependant on that love. I needed that love. I had such a strong endearment for you, but you just took that away too. You promised me you wouldn’t change but you did. You actually made me believe for once I could be loveable. Not just in a romantic way, but just in general, because no one has ever made me feel loved. Not my mom, not my dad, not anyone. Until you came along to give me light in my dark, dark world. You soon became a burned out lightbulb, and left me in the dark once again. I just want you to know though, that my love for you was

-I don’t know what I’m doing anymore love, I’ve promised myself that I would not see you again unless you or our baby were in danger, and the fact is, I almost lost you and I couldn’t even be at your side and now that’s the only place I want to be. I’m an outcast, I’ll always be, there’s no redemption for me ... and still you make me wish that I were. The only thing I know for sure

This isn't working out any more, it hasn't been for a while and I can't try and lie to myself about it anymore. I loved you, but you've manipulated me and you’ve drugged me with your being and your presence in my life and I’ve finally regained full consciousness. Our relationship was built on passion and passion alone. We're unemotional beings who somehow tried to simulate an emotional relationship and I'm just... I'm so tired. I’m tired of wondering if this so called relationship will go anywhere or if we’ve hit a dead end and the only option then is to turn back around and leave. But that passion, that damn passion, it just never wants to burn out, that candle never wants to die. It'll always be there, and it will always drag us in like a rip current and I thought I was a strong swimmer, but apparently not strong enough.

I think I want to be the one to save her I want to be the one to pull her out; out of the

“She’s fallin’ but she doesn’t think you’ll catch her, cause her last relationship was a disaster.” She’s had her heart broken more than once, and she knows that if she falls again she just might get hurt. But she can’t help it, she can’t help that “ He redefines in every way what love is”. He tells me that he’s nothing like the last one”. I looked at him in the eyes on last time, I know he saw the tears in my eye, but he just stared into my eyes and I stared into his, at this moment, when the world seem to stop moving, everything seemed perfect it didn’t matter what happened in the past, only this moment, this moment was perfect, anything you could possibly think of. I tried to crack a smile, but the thought of losing someone like him was

There was life in those eyes once But that spark is now gone I knew what was to come upon She’s ready to leave But I’m not ready to grieve

Come on skinny love just last the yearPour a little salt we were never hereMy, my, my, my, my, my, my, myStaring at the sink of blood and crushed veneerI tell my love to wreck it allCut out all the ropes and let me fallMy, my, my, my, my, my, my, myRight in the moment this order 's tallAnd I told you to be patientAnd told you to be fineAnd I told you to be balancedAnd I told you to be kindIn the morning I 'll be with youBut it will be a different "kind"I 'll be holding all the ticketsAnd you 'll be owning all the finesCome on skinny love what happened hereSuckle on the hope in lite brassiereMy, my, my, my, my, my, my, mySullen load is full; so slow on the splitAnd I told you to be patientAnd I told you to be fineAnd

I want to remember how I hugged his forearm, like holding his hand just wasn’t enough. How your arm hung so gracefully on my shoulder and mine slinked shyly around your waist. how we felt formidable walking down the street like that together. Formidable. There is no other word. It felt like that was all we did, take on city blocks one at a time like they were ours to take. You with your redeye and cigarettes, me with my cappuccino. How on that last day, I untangled myself from you and, oh, I was so worried. I asked you if you would call me, would we still talk?” my voice got tiny and blubbery and of course you said, of course, and you held the back of my neck the way only a man you’re in love with can do the right way- a way that sends shivers up your spine and blankets you in a wave of security at the same time.

You’re the best and worst thing to ever happen to me and I can’t decide if I wish I never met you, or if I want to meet you all over again. In a dream I had once we sat on a couch overlooking the city. I said, “I’m scared of this whole thing breaking,” and you looked at me with those eyes that hold forests in them and said, “I have control, don’t worry,” and I said, “I’m falling,” and you said, “I’ll catch you. I’m ready.” I want to hand all of my fears over to you in your fingers so you can break them to pieces. The first time you looked directly at me, I forgot how to breathe. It was a good thing. Out here in the real world, it is raining and you’re not around to taste it. . I want to sign over my soul and body. Out here in the real world, you’d drop me. I want to tell you all my secrets. I want to tell you all my stories. I want to tell you I’m falling. Someone once told me ‘if you keep loving so much you’ll spend your entire life digging yourself out of the heart cavities of people who do not love you in the same way.’ And then, I couldn’t tell them that we talk about losing naïveté like shedding weight as though it’s the best thing that could happen to us and nobody told me that it’s okay to fall headfirst into people and if they move out the way, well it’s okay to collide with the floor too. Everyone talked about loving carefully, like it’s picking your way through a dark field at night and no one told me that loving is not dangerous or shy but grabbing fistfuls of