ThatGirlNamedShadow

The pain that's eating me from the inside And the taste of my on selfish tears Feed you need of my misery As you break the heart of glass inside of me The dreams of the perfect day for me but will never come And the beating of my own unhuman heart Makes you cringe But your laughter fills the room Don't take the hand that reaches for me I'm reaching out to you The only something that I never had The only something that I can never have So tell me again How you never meant those things you said How your life is just fine without me in it So I can just go back To a reality spent in tears The beast beneath my skin And the evil glimmer of my e

When I woke up, I found myself in the back of a van with my wrists tied together. I stood up and wobbled along with the movements of the van. EVERY bump and turn. "Crap," I thought. "Just how in the hell am I going to get out of here?" I started slamming myself against the side of the van, and the doors at the end of it. Nothing was working. I then remembered what Dr. Psycho said before I was taken from mom; I wasn't entirely human. I flexed my fingers, and felt them grow long and sharp, just enough to cut the rope off. I rubbed the area where the rope had been, and my nails went back to normal. The van doors had handles on them, which I foun

I'm stuck in the dark and no one can hear me screaming there's a hole in my heart and it won't stop bleeding god I am so pathetic... I love the pain so much I discovered I can't live without it... god I am so sick..

name: Tish Yoko age: 16 species: elemental demon powers: elemental control weapon: forbidden daggers personality: headstrong, kind to those who are kind to her, easily angered, protective, brave, silly, childish at times hobbies: listening to music, writing poetry, lighting things on fire, bugging her only friend appearance: short white hair, gray eyes, pale skin, tribal markings on her arms, long black tail outfit: black short-sleeved shirt, jean shorts, black knee-high sandals, black fingerless gloves

prologue I never really understood how people could stay grounded. I don't mean staying inside while your friends are out playing with their puppy across the street -- I mean staying on the ground. You don't feel alive if you can't feel the rush of the wind against your body when you're soaring high above the clouds. How does anyone stay sane here? I never really understood how people could stand being alone either. If you don't have someone to share your happiness with, then what really is the point of being happy? Why be awake when you have no one to share your waking moments with? I guess I never really noticed -- more or less cared about