Anticipating

Hi, my supposedly huge examinations lies on the 14th of November which is HEY tomorrow. I should be panicking, but I'm not which is why I feel like I should just kill myself right now.

Love The Way You Lie

Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine
But your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me
But when it comes to love, you're just as blinded

Baby, please come back, it wasn't you, baby, it was me
Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though

Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?
Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall

Next time? There won't be no next time
I apologize, even though I know it's lies
I'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liar
If she ever tries to fuckin' leave again, Imma tie her to the bed
And set this house on fire

Face Down

Ariana walked home from School that Wednesday afternoon because just like any other day, her father was late. She remembered the packet of cigarettes she bought yesterday and reached for the left pocket of her purple backpack. Ariana clasped her lips around the cigarette and inhaled, filling her mouth with thick smoke before swallowing it down to her lungs. The familiar smell of nicotine made her feel relaxed, it was an undescribable feeling. Ariana took her time to get home. She could feel people watching her with their judging eyes, stealing quick glances and she enjoyed every moment of it. As she got closer to home, she ignored that dreaded feeling and stepped on her cigarette. She took a deep breath and went inside. 

"Mom, I'm home!" was the first thing Ariana said when she headed to the kitchen, hunting for something to munch on. Nothing was on the table so she climbed up the stairs, feeling a little disappointed. As she passed her parents beedroom, she heard a muffled cry. Her mother layed on her queen sized bed, the royal blue duvet covered her whole body so what was visibile were only strands of her jet black hair. Ariana rushed into the room and sat on the bed while her mother quickly wiped off her tears. She swallowed her throat and forced a smile, "How was your day, honey?" said the mother. Ariana saw a bruise on the right side of her mother's forehead. She felt a knot in her stomach at the thought of her mother getting hurt.

"Cover up with make up in the mirror,

Tell yourself its never gonna happen again,

You cry alone and then he swears he loves you"