People call me ugly, it must be true.
I am sorry that I am a beast.
For what's left inside my heart now is proof that I am just an empty shell.
For inside of me lies a monster that I keep locked inside of me.
Sometimes I just can't stop it, so stay away from me if you value your life.
I feel no love, warmth, compassion, joy, happiness, or kindness.
My heart is as black as coal and as cold as ice that you can barely call it a heart at all.
The only things my heart knows is pain, suffering, misery, anger, agony, and hatred.
So this must prove that I am a monster.
If there is anybody watching over my family, the human race I beg of you!
In her next life show her a world of beauty.
In her next life show her a world full of love not hate.
In her next life show her a world of wonder.
Don't show her the ugliness and evilness the world is full of.
Instead show a world of dreams, imagination, kindness, compassion, and opportunity.
She is reaching the next step.
Her suffering will end soon and she will escape from the cruelty of life.
Her next journey begins.
She is loved and will be missed so please god let her keep her memories.
In her next life let her seek us out so we can be reunited.
I regret so much bu
The trees ask me to climb them.
The wind dares to car for me.
I am not welcomed by my own kind.
Only the animals are the only creatures who invite me into their packs and herds.
They show kindness and love to me.
Water,fire,ice,wind,earth,death,and life those are the elements of nature that I desire.
So I can burn down the cities and grow more trees, to start anew.
The golden age will come soon.
For the only thing that cares about me is nature itself.
For I shed tears of misery, I will never shed one tear of joy.
I am a mistake, I don't belong.
I am a freak.
I have no strength.
I have no great future.
I will never be free.
I will never be truly happy.
All I am able to know now is pain and suffering.
I am bitter but, not heartless.
I feel no love, happiness or joy but, I feel pity.
I have lost faith, hope and my soul.
For I am nothing but a tortured soul, a broken soul.
People call me ugly, it must be true.
I am sorry that I am a beast.
For what's left inside my heart now is proof that I am just an empty shell.
For inside of me lies a monster that I keep locked inside of me.
Sometimes I just can't stop it, so stay away from me if you value your life.
I feel no love, warmth, compassion, joy, happiness, or kindness.
My heart is as black as coal and as cold as ice that you can barely call it a heart at all.
The only things my heart knows is pain, suffering, misery, anger, agony, and hatred.
So this must prove that I am a monster.
If there is anybody watching over my family, the human race I beg of you!
In her next life show her a world of beauty.
In her next life show her a world full of love not hate.
In her next life show her a world of wonder.
Don't show her the ugliness and evilness the world is full of.
Instead show a world of dreams, imagination, kindness, compassion, and opportunity.
She is reaching the next step.
Her suffering will end soon and she will escape from the cruelty of life.
Her next journey begins.
She is loved and will be missed so please god let her keep her memories.
In her next life let her seek us out so we can be reunited.
I regret so much bu
The trees ask me to climb them.
The wind dares to car for me.
I am not welcomed by my own kind.
Only the animals are the only creatures who invite me into their packs and herds.
They show kindness and love to me.
Water,fire,ice,wind,earth,death,and life those are the elements of nature that I desire.
So I can burn down the cities and grow more trees, to start anew.
The golden age will come soon.
For the only thing that cares about me is nature itself.
For I shed tears of misery, I will never shed one tear of joy.
I am a mistake, I don't belong.
I am a freak.
I have no strength.
I have no great future.
I will never be free.
I will never be truly happy.
All I am able to know now is pain and suffering.
I am bitter but, not heartless.
I feel no love, happiness or joy but, I feel pity.
I have lost faith, hope and my soul.
For I am nothing but a tortured soul, a broken soul.
Chloe Groulx is a lover of wolves, an imaginative writer, a passionate poet, and a exceptional reader. Enjoys spending time with her family, admires the night, enjoy action and romance genres, and loves many styles of music. She has an enormous sweet tooth especially for ice cream and she doesn't do well in heat or cold. She is extremely loyal to her family and friends protecting them no matter what. She has a horrible case of arachnophobia. She can make delicious sandwiches and bacon. She is an amazing baker. Her favorite brownie is called a Blondie Blast. She plans to be a successful author one day. Has been to Comicon and lived in three states and has visited Puerto Rico. And is a member of Pinterest.
Hey guys tomorrow is creepypasta day and I thought we fans could celebrate it by doing this.
http://pin.it/HKRTURh
So when this day comes send me a pick of you guys in either cosplay or your palm with symbol on it I shall even be taking part. An early Halloween celebration dedicated to our awesome creepypastas. So send pics bye!