Her name was Kiti, and she was an emo:
Not the type of emo with all the black and gothic and crying...no. A more natural emo. She was born with it, it was a part of her, as much as she hated it. She fought depression with every step she took with her life. One day as she was fighting the urge to cut herself she found another outlet for the pain of living: Writing.
Kiti is:
Nicole Goebel
Kiti
Unwanted Neko
Emotional Warfare
Komatz, Sheega, Yaguka
and soon to be Kodia
Toxyk Kehmical
Synthetic Extasy
Kiti:
17
depressed alot
is trying to get her book: shifter, published
Three rules to Kitis life: Music, writing and cooking. I love all forms of rock and most emo bands. I prefer not to stick to one type or language. My favorite bands are Japanese and German. I belive that you should love the music for the lyrics, not the name of the band or their style or how they look. The lyrics and the rythm are what matters.
My favorite song:
Fukaku shizumari kaeru... tsutsumikomareta sora to karada wo kogasu taiyou, anata ga kieteiku Nani wo motome samayou no? Hitorikiri no boku wa...
Sameta hitomi no oku de nikushimi wo dakishimenagara jibun o urande mo itami wa kie wa shinai Eien ni ikiru kanashimi o dakishimete
kieta kimi wo omoitsuzukeru koto shika dekinakute boku no kawaru koto no nai kimi e no omoi wa fukaku fukaku genzai mo, sou...aishiteiru
Tsuki-akari ni terasarete kuchizusanda kimi no na mo kaze ni sarawarete kieta
Yoake ni hohoemu kimi ga oshiete kureta ano uta wo utaitsuzuke hoshizora ni kaeru namida wo kazoeteta nando mo nando mo tada kurikaeshiteita yoru aa, fukaku fukaku genzai mo sou...aishiteiru
Translation:
Amid a stillness profound as death... enshrouded in the sky and the sun that burns the flesh, you are vanishing as you go. What is it that I seek amid this wandering? What for myself, all alone--
Even if you despise yourself from within the depths of frigid eyes still clutching at the hatred, the pain will not, cannot be stifled. Embracing that eternally living sorrow,
I cannot help still remembering that vanished person whom once you were, and my unwavering, unchangeable feelings toward you: So deeply, so very deeply, even now... yes... I love you still.
Illumined by the moonlight, even the feel of your name, hummed beneath my breath, is snatched away and extinguished by the wind.
I kept singing that song for you, the one you taught me as you smiled at the dawn; and I kept on counting the tears that returned to the starry sky; again and again and yet again, the nights merely repeated themselves-- ah, so deeply, so very deeply, even now... yes... I love you still.
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