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strengthStaying strong even while you're falling apart
To fake a smile when you're about to cry
Remind yourself of these things
Even when each day drags on forever
No matter what do what makes you happy
Gain this strength from your failures
This too shall pass so
Hold yourself together
her hand that guides me (blade's point of view)you couldn't possibly know
what it's like to be me
to cut her skin
to make her bleed
to watch her cry
to see her pain
I slice her skin,
her beloved blade
I leave cuts on her hips
I leave scars on her wrists
up her arms
and down her legs
I wish she would just put me away
I don't want to hurt her
but it's her hand that guides me
it's not my choice
Hidden (the real me)I am hidden
behind fake smiles
I am hidden
so you can't see
the real me
I say I hate food
but that's a lie
I tell you I'm always happy
but that's a lie too
I say I've never self harmed
thought of suicide
but the real me
is scratching her way out
she wants to show you
what no one sees
I can't seem to let go
of all the lies
that have created
the girl that everyone else sees
the girl that's not me
To my bestfriendthe one person I can trust in life
the one person I look up to
the one person I can believe in
please don't ever leave me
the last person I can turn to
the last person I can lean on
the last person I can cry to
please don't ever hurt me
the only person I don't have to lie to
the only person who knows the real me
the only person I can be myself around
please stay with me forever
my shoulder to cry on
my guardian angel
the only person who keeps me alive
please don't give up on me
the sky's forbidden storyI look at the stars
shining above me
each tells a tale
a different story
the sky's passage
from the forbidden story
it tells a story of the world
before all the war
before all the pain
but it is not supposed to be uncovered
it's a secret, trying to be freed
someone needs to tell it
it's going to have to be me
the fieldI walk barefoot through the soft grass
the lilies wave hello as I stroll along
smiling up at the sun
my bright blonde hair blowing gently through the breeze
the field as soft as silk
the sun shining like a forest fire
soaking up the sun
dreaming about tomorrow
the future as bright as the sun above
why stay, why leave?come
into the darkness
the voice whispers to me
they don't want you anymore
so why stay?
I start to take the fist step
then I hear
here in the light
my heart is screaming to me
this life is worth living
so why leave?
I stay where I am
I'll give it one last try
just one moreClose your eyes
take a breath
watch the blood drip from your skin
just one more cut should do the trick
I guess not
I need more than one
two three four
will I ever stop?
maybe not, that's okay
I deserve to die anyway
but listen close to hear my plea
maybe it's not time to leave
silver escapethe enemy strikes again
for the second time today
hard to keep it away
when it lies in your dresser drawer
it whispers to you during the night
it screams at you during the day
but no one can hear it but you
it's all in your head
your own little silver escape
you come to realize it's not worth it
it hurts much more than it helps
but by now it's much too late
yes, for a second it's relief
but for years after you can still see the scars
the scars on your own skin
the scars on your own soul
ForgetWhen will I forget you
When will I stop seeing your face
I tried to love you once
Then pushed you away
Not knowing you were what I needed
Least not until it was too late
When will I forget you
When will I stop hearing your voice
I broke your heart
As mine had been done in the past
I walked down another path
Embraced by another who did not love me
When will I forget you
When will I stop reaching for your embrace
I have traveled down this broken path
Realizing too late that I loved you
Now you have given your name to another
No longer within my reach
But still I remember everything about you
Wishing you naught but happiness
But I long to forget you
When will I forget you
she's broken, but he always breaks thingshis eyes were deep and she dived into them sound-
less of a dream and more truthful is the fact
that even before she flew or fell, she'd drowned
the protective shell grew on her with a crack
that let the tide pull her heart to the bottom
and caused her open soul to fully retract
he remained placid, he stayed rested and calm
as the core of her sunk into depths unknown
a conscience as guiltless as it could become
and up through the cold floor, her red shoots have shown
still pulsing and beating and trapped behind bones.
His Maid, Skilled (Episode 2, Part 5)
As the three of them rode in the carriage, Danielle tried to keep herself as calm as possible. After all, this wasn’t something that she should be getting excited about, by any means.
Young Lord Ciel Phantomhive stared out the carriage window, gazing at the full moon, obviously deep in thought.
“My lord?” Sebastian asked, waiting for his orders.
“Open the carriage door,” he told him.
“Lord?” He asked.
Danielle was confused. They were still travelling at a fairly quick pace. What did the young master expect him to do?
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
His Maid, Skilled (Episode 2, Part 6)
Note: This part contains some mild gay references... but what can I say? It's Grell.
Apparently, “trifling business” did not refer to sorting through paperwork or speaking to the police as Danielle had hoped. Instead, the maid and her master were continuing the search for Elizabeth without Sebastian. While Danielle didn’t think that Sebastian would be so keen on the idea of the young master out on the dark streets of the city in the middle of the night, she was under orders, so she said nothing.
Her boots clicked on the damp stones underneath her and her long black cloak rippled around her in the faint moonlight. Sebastian had helped her engineer her outfit for everything she might need and she felt like a new person in it.
On her right, her master wal
His Maid, Disguised (Episode 1, Part 2)
The next morning, Danielle was awakened by a loud knock on her door before it opened. Half awake, she instinctively threw the covers up over her head and pulled them tight.
“Good morning, Miss Nekoda!” A chipper voice called out. “I’m Mey-Rin, the scullery maid! Sebastian told me to come and…” The voice stopped for a moment. “Why are you hiding under the covers?”
“I’m sorry, Mey-Rin,” Danielle apologized. “I’m certain that I will be most pleased to meet you… in just a moment. Would you… er…. mind stepping out while I get changed?”
“Oh,” Mey-Rin’s face turned red as she realized that the new girl was not decent. But her kind nature automatically made her feel like she had done something wrong. “Of… Of course, miss! I’m sorry if I barged in on you! I’ll just wait outside the door.”
With delicate fingers, Danielle lowered the blanket an
My HeartAs you know hearts do not come broken they become broken
All hearts were once whole at one time
Mine was whole and warm
Full of love ready to give to another
My heart well it got scars
Well scars they heal, right?
My heart well it got broken
I will just tape it back together
But then my heart well it got burned
I wrapped it up and then hid it
No one wants something so damaged
So now I have to protect and show it no more
Afraid to show hurt
Afraid to show love
Even when someone comes along that cares
To love you beyond the damage, the hurt
So afraid to be whole again.
His Maid, Skilled (Episode 2, Part 4)
The whole time Sebastian aided her in her preparations, he didn’t say a word to her. He was silent and this bothered her. She became worried.
“Sebastian?” She began softly. “Are you cross with me for some reason?”
His eyes instantly locked with hers and he became curious.
“No, not at all, Danielle. Why?” He inquired.
“Well, you… you haven’t said much to me today. And you haven’t said anything to me since we left the master’s study. And it’s just that, well, this morning we were…” She trailed off as she remembered
His Maid, Disguised (Episode 1, Part 5)
“Alright now, everyone,” Sebastian began, walking up and down in front of the line of other servants. “Tonight Lord Phantomhive will be entertaining a very important guest from Germany. He hopes to establish an alliance with the man’s business, Gruberslagen’s Fine Sweets. A great deal depends upon this meeting, so we cannot afford any mistakes. Everything must be handled with grace and poise.” Immediately, he swiveled around and pointed at each of the people standing in the line. “Mey-Rin, make sure your glasses are crystal-clear for maximum visual acuity. We don’t want any more spilled wine this time, do we? Finnian, you have leaves in your hair. Be certain that your appearance is spotless before you offer your services at dinner. Bard, I don’t care how pressed you are for time, dynamite is still not a cooking utensil. Danielle will be assisting you for a short period of time be
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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