I don’t want to be beautiful,
Because then I would be selfish and stuck up.
I don’t want to be rich,
Because then I wouldn’t know the pleasures of self-worth and achievement.
I don’t want to be famous,
Because then I wouldn’t know what normal was anymore.
I don’t want to be a leader,
Because then I wouldn’t know how to follow too.
I don’t want to be a politic,
Because then I wouldn’t know how to listen.
I don’t want to be the queen,
Because then I wouldn’t know how to be me.
I don’t want to have servants,
Because then I wouldn’t know how to look after m
Dying of a Shattered Heart by Haunted-Xander, literature
Literature
Dying of a Shattered Heart
I am dying of a shatter heart,
A million pieces lost.
Scattered in every direction.
Now no longer a cost.
I am dying of a shattered heart,
Maybe you don't see.
I hide it all too well.
Until the deathly liberty.
I am dying of a shattered heart,
One that broke one to many times.
Trying to piece it back together.
With these useless little rhymes.
I am dying of a shattered heart,
I know you do not care.
You wouldn't have left me then
You would have been right there.
I am dying of a shattered heart,
The pieces cut like knife.
Blood an easy substance now.
Another part of life.
I am dying of a shattered heart,
I wish you could feel it too.
The
Never tell you I Love You by Haunted-Xander, literature
Literature
Never tell you I Love You
I wish I could tell you...
That you are beautiful...
I wish I could tell you...
That your smile is perfect...
I wish I could tell you...
That I am better than her...
I wish I could tell you...
That she will break you...
I wish I could tell you...
That I have broken my promise...
I wish I could tell you...
That I love you...
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But never can I tell you,
How beautiful you are.
Never can I tell you,
How perfect you are.
Never can I tell you,
That I am better than her.
Never can I tell you,
That she will eventually break you.
Never will I tell you,
That I broke my own promise.
Never, in my entire life will I tell you,
That I have
The is a voice that calls… it haunts me terribly.
I long to break away, to escape and be free.
Soon the voice wears me down… I sadly sigh.
Is this it? Is this the last goodbye?
So often it has pressured me, "come.. Just come."
I know the call of death, I really want to run.
But another feeling sets in… very heavy and nigh.
Am I due to go, is this the last goodbye?
The call is very tempting, should I go or stay?
Every day a burden, another step to stray.
All I do is lock away, hide myself and cry.
Maybe I will answer it - is this the last goodbye?
A chilling whisper washes, "You will be fine."
An icy voice so cold, barel
Alex is considered to be very striking at first glance, though many people don’t get the chance to even say "Hi." to her. Her natural eye colour is blue, though sometimes she will use brown contacts as brown is one of her favourite eye colours. She is a self-taught fighter and will fight if the circumstance allows it. She always carries a blade in either her pocket or in her belt, depending the day or what she is wearing. She passes school easily, being a very intelligent girl but has no care in her future career or in what she wants to achieve.
She is very shy and although she comes across as aggressive, she has a heart which very few have ever seen. She cares very deeply and if she made friends, she would prove to be loyal to them. When at school, she sits alone and listens to music, closing her eyes from the world.
Some people have managed to break the marrier of her trust and they have earnt it. These people are ones whom she would give her life up for and whom show loyalty to her - the only aspect in life she asks for.
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This male nearly got shot the first time they met. He surprised her and his calm expression to her threats made her lower her bow and actually talk to the blonde male for once. This led to a friendship to quickly develop and she soon learned her was an angel as well. She trusts Jesse with her life and she knows that he is genuine with his friendship to her. He has always been there for her and she has absolute trust that he will never leave her side.
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This little guy really knows how to get on her nerves. The thick skulled kid surely knows when to pick a fight and finds it a hard time to stop. Buuut, this don't stop Alex loving him all the same.
Alex had a very close bond with her parents and she used to be able to talk to people freely. She was a popular girl and the attention she attracted was massive. Always polite and very caring, she made friends wherever she went. She worked on paintings and worked a lot with charcoal, always making new drawings from her imagination. Her parents requested she learn how to use a bow and arrow so she did just that. After entering competitions, she quickly found herself winning. Her father then gave her a special bow, equipped with matching hunting arrows and she finds this her most closest possession to her as well as her blade. Just after she turned 15, her parents were stabbed by people whom said they wanted important business information from. She watched in horror as after her parents denied innocently having it, were killed right in front of her. The attackers ran and it took Alex a few minutes before she could move to try and help her parents. It was too late for them when the ambulance came and Alex was later taken in for questioning.
A few relatives offered to take her in and she went with them. But she lost her light. Dying her hair black and just sitting alone for weeks at a time without speaking a word to anyone began to takes its toll on the relatives whom were looking after Alex. When they tried to ask her questions, she began becoming aggressive towards them and then at night, started a habit of walking the streets alone. She swore she would seek revenge one day, she would never trust another human again. Soon, she was kicked out and near her 17th birthday, she decided it was time to fend for herself. The only possessions she took with her are her bow, arrows and her knife.
She generally now lives within the borders of the street, though often she likes to go bunk with one of her mates for a night or two. She has learnt to survive night after night with using only the bare things she carries; her knife, bow and arrows.
{Thats quite okay. I like to know the character beforehand and send a starter regarding it. C: I dislike it too when people are just like, 'thanks for the watch' it annoys me}