anastasiafromthedeep

The withered dog lay against a lamp post. The wind swirling around, ruffling his scruffy fur. The wet drops fell from the sky onto his body, as well as the area around him. He sneezed and wheezed for as long as I can remember. For I, lean against a brick wall in the dark alleyway, cats tails wrapping around my ankles and lower legs. Some cats purred while other, somewhat protective, cats hissed at the slowly dying dog. I wanted to help, but the cats hypnotic purrs and mews left me standing in the shadows. The dog snarled and tried his absolute hardest to get up and bark, or attack, the matted fluff balls. Soon enough, all the cats let go of m

John Lennon, he died to soon. He tried to spread a message, you see. Peace on Earth was his top priority. No one understood though, his pain, the rumors, the criticism. He just shot back the same thing. All his songs tried to spread a message. It could of been about politics, a life story, or peace and love. Politics? Yes, politics. The government tried to deport him for protesting peace and love. He hated Nixon, Nixon hated him. He got letters, he sung letters back. Such as the song, Gimme Some Truth, about how much letters he received about deportation. Life story? Yes life story. He had the toughest childhood of all the Beatles. His mom

Everywhere I go.. *snap* There goes a selfie! Everywhere I go.. *click* New Twitter status! Everywhere I go.. *pounding* She sent another text! Everywhere I go.. Cop sirens, car crash..? What the heck is going on!? Wait, was it that girl I saw an hour ago? Now she's dead? Oh yeah, because of a text.

I just want you to accept me for who I am. Stuck in this land. Let me out with a lend of your hand. Please take me out. Who cares how much it hurts. Living in this world is just too much. I have been here forever. I think it's about time. That you let me take it away. My soul means nothing to you. I'm a worthless piece of crap. I may not think like this ever again. But, suicide might be the solution to this problem. And you know that I think like this. You told me how much it hurts. Is this just a phase or the end of my crazy life? Abuse from words is worse.. Than a fall on the course..