I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish....


...but none ever come true

"She walked away"
by Barlowgirl




She couldn't take one more day
Home was more her prison now
Independence called out
She had to get it

A fight was all she needed
To give her reason
She slammed the door with no goodbye
And knew that it was time

Now she's driving to fast
She didn't care to glance behind
And through her tears she laughed
It's time to kiss the past goodbye

I'm finally on my own
Don't try to tell me no
There's so much more for me
Just watch what I will be

Chorus
She walked away
Couldn't say why she was leaving
She walked away
She left all she had believed in

Not a day goes by
For the ones she's left behind
They're always asking "why?"
And thoughts of her consume her mind

God please let her know
The love we tried to show
We'd promise anything
If you'd just bring her home

Chorus

Bridge
Tell her we love her
Tell her she's wanted
And one more thing God
Tell her please, come home
Please, come home

Chorus (2x)

The choice is yours alone now
Tell me how this story....ends

I wrote letters to each of them during study hall. Too bad, because they are never going to see them

IVE FIGURED IT OUT!!! I've been so obsessed with the whole M & G relationship because it's so similar to my parent's deal. He's really sweet and funny, and she just thinks about herself almost all of the time, and thats exactly how my mom and dad are. If they get married, it will be a sad, sad day

People make me sick. I hate them all. By the way, I'm quite excited for Thursday. But then again, I'm kinda scared that I'll fall off the stage @.@

   How can I live with this double life? So happy at school, but depressed at home. My head aches. My shoulder twitches. My whole body goes numb, thousands of pinpoints conjured beneath my skin, under the exhaust of crying. Please God, make it all just fade away. Three years until it's all over
   How am I still only fourteen? Because of my mother and brother, I feel like I've aged far beyond where I should be. I want my childhood back...
   Is this what it takes? Piling my furniture against the door just to keep her out? I swear that if I ever become like her, I will either become a hermit or slit my throat.
   She complains to my father, my sweet, sweet father, because I refuse to speak to her. She tells him that his job is worthless, that she is the only one holding us together. The irony she speaks is beyond words. My father is the only one with any sense in this whole freaking hellhouse. His words are the wise ones, more than any other bodies on this earth, to me. I just wanted to have dinner with my mom and dad...
   Why did she do it? I needed to sleep, I promised to talk to her later, and she forces a stakeout in my room until dad has to pull her away from the door. Please take me away.
  Now, no one can get in or out. Maybe I'll just go to school one day and never come home.
  I have been praying all this time just to die. Maybe this week, I will be answered.

   The chill of near winter cold pinched and bit at my skin. It was January, the earlier days in the month. Though, cold as it was, the icy, melancholy dusk gave an almost comforting cover of peace and mystery; the sky was the color of the royal blue eyes hidden in the body next to me. Them and the sky had a strange, stained glass-like quality, as though they held deep in them a church more grand than the weathered architecture of the British Isles.
   The two of us sat in the silence on top of the frozen, yellow grass and weeds, watching a string of traffic hug the curves of a hill further down then their ridge, the miniature cars' lights flickering and glowing like small, golden Christmas lights.
  We had been friends for so long now. But soon, he would go off to college in Massachusetts, a dream of his he worked overtime ever since elementary school to achieve. I would stay behind in my native state, and wait until another year finished until i could take the wings of the blackbird in our backyard and fly away. There was half a year left, only half a year, until i looked inside his frosted window once again, only to find his room was vacated.
  I leaned against him. As he put my arm around me, and I cried. Bitter, tired, and isolated.