"Immortals - Fall Out Boy"

They say we are what we are,
But we don't have to be,
I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way,
I'll be the watcher (watcher) of the eternal flame,
I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams,

Oooooooh
I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass (glass, glass)
Oooooooh,
I try to picture me without you but I can't

'Cause we could be immortals, immortals
Just not for long, for long,
And live with me forever now,
Pull the blackout curtains down,
Just not for long, for long,
Because we could be immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,

Sometimes the only pay off for having any faith,
Is when it's tested again and again everyday,
I'm still comparing your past to my future,
It might be your wound but they're my sutures,

Oooooooh
I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass (glass, glass)
Oooooooh,
I try to picture me without you but I can't

'Cause we could be immortals, immortals,
Just not for long, for long,
And live with me forever now,
Pull the blackout curtains down,
Just not for long, for long,
We could be immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,

Immortals,
And live with me forever now,
Pull the blackout curtains down,

we could be immortals, immortals,
Just not for long, for long,
We could be immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9PxOanFjxQ )

These are those days when it doesn't rain but it pours.

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It had been like this for at least a week. It was a dark Saturday morning and only a few people dared to go outside and on the streets. Most of them were still inside their warm houses, slumbering in their beds or having a small breakfast. Exept for the sound of the beating rain, the street was silent. These days were very common in New Jersey.

A stranger came in sight. He was short and covered in a long, baggy jacket, only a pair of worn-out jeans and black converse were visible form underneath.

He pulled the hat of his jacket further over his head. Not that it would matter, it was more like a natural reaction to the rain. His eyes darted up from under his hat, to the street in front of him. The sight seemed dark and shadowy, but when you tried your best, you could see the morning sun rising from behind the buildings that blocked the view. A little smile formed on the stragers face, but almost immediately disappeard. He let out a small sigh, then continued his way through the streets.

There was one store that stood out in comparision with the others. Instead of dark and silent, this store was full of lights and you could hear the music they played whilst standing outside. The stranger gazed up at the name of the store and seemed to recognize it.

He hesitantly put his hand on the doorknob, then blinked once, pulled, and opened the door.

Don't you know the kids aren't all, the kids aren't alright.

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People never want to be labled. 'They're for cans, not people.' I can understand, but it also could be a lot more easy if you get one. I'll tell you why.

You're sitting in your room doing nothing but staring at the wall. There's no feelings, no sound, nothing. You just stare, whithout the motivation to even breath. That's what depression is like.
You can understand that when you do this, when you feel like this, there's no way you can learn for your test tomorrow.

A few days later your french teacher comes up to you, very disappointed. Like always. Your grades are going down, fail for every test, never do your homework. The only thing you actually do for school is turning up in the classroom. Your friends try and cheer you up, so you fake a smile,but it doesn't work. Everyone is disappointed. Your parent tell you that "you don't even try". People won't understand what's wrong with you, why you think and behave like you do.

So you go to a psychiatrist and get labled.
"I'm sorry, ma' am, but your daughter is diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder.

Then suddely, everyone understands.

So much to mention, but you can't find the words.

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A breeze of warm wind attacked his face, together with the deep bass of the music. The short man blinked a few times and took in his surroundings. The first thing that caught his attention was the long bar, that took in the whole length of the wall. Next came the booming and sounds of people laughing and talking, as if it wasn't 6 o'clock in the morning. The guy made his way to the back of the room, the gambling station. Behind one of the machines sat a young man, greasy, black hair falling over his face.
The stranger put a hand on the guys shoulder, which made guy jump in surprise. He slowly turned around to face the short stranger. "Frank." One simple word, that made the stranger shiver. "Frank.. what are you doing here?" The stranger, Frank, met the guys eyes with a sad gaze. "Well.." he began softly, almost unhearable, due to the loud music. Ï couldn't find you... Gerard."

The guy shrugged. "Well, you did now. Happy?"

"No!" Frank said shocked. "No.." Grard just stared at him, waiting for Frank to continue, so he did. "Please, Gerard. Please not again. You know what I mean." Gerard just kept staring. "I do?" Frank shut his eyes tightly for a second, and watched the man on front of him turn back to the gambling machine without showing any emotion on his face. "Gerard..?" He tried again. He didn't get an answer.

"Gerard, just please come home..."

A monster, a monster. I've turned into a monster.
A monster, a monster, and it keeps getting stronger.

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Sad. S-A-D. Simple word, three letters. Difficult feeling. Why? What? Sad.

No, I'm just sad. JUST SAD. Is that even possible? To be "just sad"? No, I'm depressed, she said. And I want to die. No, Wait. That you're depressed doesn't mean that you also want to die. You can be just depressed. You can be just suicidal. You can be a just a selfharmer. You can be all of the above.

But does it matter? Is the one thing worse as the other? Does it give you less rights to get help? Do you first have to slit your throat and (nearly) bleed to death, before your parents, friends, ANYONE, gives you the rights to be pitied? Do you first need to do a lot of tests that all say you're "Highly depressed" before they even believe you? Will they just keep on saying it's puberty and you're just an awful annoying kid that needs to learn to have some intrest in things? Can't they just see you're not just an "annoying teenager". Can't they just see you're not tired of "lack of sleep" but tired of living? Tired of drowing, hurting, breating, tired of life. Tired of EVERYTHING?
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Sad. /sæd/
adjective, sadder, saddest.
1.
affected by unhappiness or grief; sorrowful or mournful:
"to feel sad because a close friend has moved away."
2.expressive of or characterized by sorrow:
"sad looks; a sad song."
3.
causing sorrow:
"a sad disappointment; sad news."
4.
(of color) somber, dark, or dull; drab.
5.
deplorably bad; sorry:
a sad attempt.
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I guess not.

You first have to walk up to them and put an gun to your head. You first have to hang yourself on a rope, do you? You first have to take that knife you used for ages to cut secretly, and slit your arm before their faces. And then? Then you'll be a freak. You'll be Psycho."That girl that wanted to die" You'll be thrown in a mental hospital. The doctors will pump up your body with medical treatments, antidepressant and healty food. therapy. Therapy. And therapy.

But it will be worth it, they say. Will it?

Will it be okay after you survived? Will you recover from everything that ever happened to you?

Or will you Relapse?


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Sad.

Synonyms.
1. unhappy, despondent, disconsolate, discouraged, gloomy, downcast, downhearted, depressed, dejected, melancholy.
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Sometimes quiet is violent.
The world is ugly.

But you're beautiful to me.

Making the source of disease, you give me teenage razors.

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COMING SOON

Waking up begins with saying "am" and "now".

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A single snowflake made its way down from the black sky, and marked the place it hit the ground with a wet spot, as it melted down into a minicrule puddle of water., right in front of his feet. The boy looked down at it, as it slowly disappeared. He kept staring at the spot on the ground for a few more seconds, his face emotionless.

Maybe you couldn't call the boy a boy anymore. He was in fact sixteen. But with his short posture and mohawk-like hair he sure did look like a boy. He was wearing a black, simple, jacket with a hoodie underneath it. Grey skinny jeans tightly hugged his short legs and his feet were shoved into black converse. His hair was like a mohawk, as described before, but it hung like a fringe in front of his right eye.

The boy -or guy, I should say- let his gree-brown eyes dart up at the sky, but there were no more snowflakes. Ha had just been witness of the last snowflake of the year that would make its way down to the ground. He took a deep breathand looked at the irght, where a large sight caught his attention. "THE KINGS PALACE" it read in big letters, surrounded by lots of tiny lights. Of course the boy had seen it before -he lived here for heavens sake- but this time a door, just undrneath the sign opened, and the most beautiful guy he had ever seen made his Way onto the streets.

Dead leaves, desperate summers
All-ages clubs and metal shutter to keep you out

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Quote Chapter [2]: The kids aren't alright - Fall Out Boy
Quote Chapter [3]: Listen to your heart - DHT
Title Chapter [3]: Listen to your heart - DHT
Quote Chapter [4]: Monster - Imagine Dragons
Quote Chapter [5]: Zero Zero - Gerard Way
Title Chapter [5]: My Own Worst Enemy - Get Scared
Quote Chapter [6]: A Single Man (movie)
Title Chapter [6]: A Single Man (movie)
Quote Chapter[7]: Stay - Hurts
Quote Chapter [///]: Drugstore Perfume - Gerard Way