[ Join Free! ]
(No Spam mail)

  • RolePlay
  • Join Us
  • Writings
  • Shoutbox
  • Community
  • Digg Mashup
  • Mp3 Search
  • Online Education
  • My Youtube
  • Ear Training
  • Funny Pics
  • nav

  • Role Play
  • Piano Music
  • Free Videos
  • Web 2.0
  • nav

    << | >>

    dots Submission Name: Love is a Mental and Physical Killer.dots

    Author: Rune
    Elite Ratio:    4.78 - 4/6/5
    Words: 254
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
    Total Views: 1447
    Average Vote:    4.6000
    Bytes: 1298

       I actually wrote this when I was like twelve. It sucks, but hey, at least I found it. Brings back some weird ass memory's. I had a friend that was in the class above me start asking around for people to make her something like this because of her X, or something, so I remember making it and she liked it, so meh.
    To the old times! When I was eleven! Haha....

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsLove is a Mental and Physical Killer.dots

    Love. What a wonderful thing.... Until someones heart is broken. I don't know why, but I feel like its killing me mentally, and physically. Just the thought of not seeing your face, hearing your voice, seeing you smile, kills me when I dare to think about it. But when I can't see you anymore, I fall. I stop trying to make myself look pretty. There is no point. Why brush my hair, when I can just pull it back into a messy pony tail, why put on make up when you have no reason to look pretty? Why dress up, if he can't see me? Why smile and laugh, when I'm just hiding my pain? These things all have to do with loosing someone you love. Why do I even live, when I have no point in living? I have my family and friends, but the love I had for that person was stronger. I cry every night, while trying to hold my depression and sadness, well, its not working, my friends can see the paleness in my skin, the dark circles under my eyes, and a they can see me slowly dying, mentally, and physically. I try to ignore the annoying little thought of loving you every time I see you, but it always makes me run away, and cry. I love you, and will always love you, no matter how many times you've hurt me. And now, lets just put it this way; Love is a Mental and Physical Killer.

    Submitted on 2009-08-08 06:38:23     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
    Submissions: [ Previous ] [ Next ]

    Rate This Submission

    1: >_<
    2: I dunno...
    3: meh!
    4: Pretty cool
    5: Wow!

    ||| Comments |||
      ugh so true. so so sos true. love is nasty!
    | Posted on 2010-03-06 00:00:00 | by Alezxlove | [ Reply to This ]
      Yes indeed love is a double edged sword of truth, it can cut away all you pains and uplift you into a fine extacy or it can cut you down and leave you shivering on the ground, groping for just a straw of hope or certainty. To say love has not touched me would be a lie as i was in love once about 8 years ago, yet after that i have been unable to feel the same about things or people. To say love is a mental and physical killer would be true but i would also say love haunts you.

    | Posted on 2009-10-04 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]
      That it is... the sad news is, it doesn't change a lot over the years. It hurts just as damn bad at 11 as it does at 19 or 27, and probably on into the 30's... I don't know, I haven't decided yet if I'm ever going that far or not. It seems like such a short, hopeless decade... such an oddly unhappy number if you haven't gotten it together by the 20's yet...

    But I expect, love hurts just as bad as it does now. And possibly worse, because you're older and running out of time to spend that "Happily ever after" b.s. that has been tacked onto every story since age 2. WHY are they all "Happily Ever After"? Is that really what children need?

    Oh well... let them be stupid as long as possible... more suicides at 30 I guess.
    | Posted on 2009-10-03 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ]
      I remember when you wrote this, I was fourteen then... You have changed so much, little sis. I love you soooo much and I'm sorry about Brett. He was a prick.... Every boy that breaks a girls heart is one. I know you wrote this for that weird girl in your class, but I know you meant that... I'm sorry.... Oh, and you remind me of Lexi. I swear to God she acts like that.... Like I hurt her ever time I get a chance too. O_o
    | Posted on 2009-09-07 00:00:00 | by Vampirexlove | [ Reply to This ]
      What a beautiful piece of writing, my dearest. It's very deep, even though you were only 12. I've felt like this, and sometimes I still do. There's just one person in this world that made me feel that way, most of the time when something happens I don't really care. Most of my exes I can just pick of the pieces and carry on, but its a different story with him. :)
    | Posted on 2009-09-07 00:00:00 | by smexybabe0101 | [ Reply to This ]

    Think Feedback more than Compliments :: [ Guidelines ]

    1. Be honest.
    2. Try not to give only compliments.
    3. How did it make you feel?
    4. Why did it make you feel that way?
    5. Which parts?
    6. What distracted from the piece?
    7. What was unclear?
    8. What does it remind you of?
    9. How could it be improved?
    10. What would you have done differently?
    11. What was your interpretation of it?
    12. Does it feel original?


    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.




    User Name:


    [ Quick Signup ]
    [ Lost Password ]

    January 10 07
    131,497 Poems

    I have 14,000+ Subscribers on Youtube. See my Video Tutorials

    [ Angst Poetry ]
    [ Cutters ]
    [ Famous Poetry ]
    [ Poetry Scams ]

    [ Smaller ] [ Bigger ]