The Moon, Patrick Stump

The Moon

By P.A.T. Stump

The Moon is so beautiful tonight. I mean it. It's beautiful. It sings a sweet song that says to me, "I'm just a rock with a bunch of craters, but I was perfect at one point." Well guess what we all have a bunch of craters in us. We all get craters but that doesn't mean that we let it define us. No. You get the craters, define them, and then make it a part of who you really are. People say to just go and fill up the hole and I say no. Smooth out the hole and make it beautiful. Make it something that everyone wants because by tomorrow, you are going to be the next big thing that everyone sees. You will control the tide of the people and those craters, well, let's just say that they aren't craters anymore. They are you. 

 

Hello World, Patrick Stump

I want you to think about this............are you done? If you are skip down to paragraph two. If not just keep thinking about this..........................................................................................
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For those of you not still thinking I want you to close your eyes. Now go back in time. Go back in time to a place where tings were that much simpler. Where nobody cared about how you looked or how you dressed or even how you spoke. Where every little thing you did made your parents laugh, and every time you cried somebody actually cared. Now open your eyes and look at your life right now. What happened? Why is everything so wrong and why do you always have to be right? Why do we have a black president and me saying that just sounds racist? I'm just speaking the truth. Why is it so wrong to walk around and tell someone you love them, and then they think you are creepy as Hell and they never talk to you again? I love you. I love my body. I love your body. People say they wish they had my life well guess what? I want yours. I want to have friends that are always there for me. I want a life where I am respected and I am great. I want to be someone where I can do whatever I want......and everyone thinks I am the greatest. Welcome to the world. Hello World. Are you still with me?

Help Me, Patrick Stump

   Dear whoever the hell is reading this,
So let's say that I asked a girl to prom right? Now let's say that a week later I get a girlfriend? How do I tell my girlfriend I already asked a girl to prom when she is expecting me to ask her? Also let's say she isn't exactly fond of any of your friends except one and all her friends are super weird but she isn't anything like them and she is like your perfect match? I mean what do I do? I don't know. Just answer if you feel like it. If not I don't care.

Death

Dead. Dying. Hoping that I won't see the end but knowing it's coming. I haven't died yet but I feel the cold embrace wrap around my shoulders, hear the whispering of the fallen angel telling me to go to sleep, and it will all be over. My eyelids struggle to stay up and my muscles start to lose control. My arms are asleep, my mouth unable to move. I try to scream but all that comes out is a laugh. A horrible laugh that tells me that this is the end. I look around for someone, anyone, to help me, to pull me out of this cold embrace, but there isn't anyone. I am alone. I will always be alone. The last thing I see is myself. I am looking at myself in a mirror but this isn't me. This is the person I didn't want to become. Who can save me now? Who is willing to help me change. You can't though. It's to late. I had my chance to change and I chose wrong and now it's me against the world.

When I Look In Your Eyes

When I look in your eyes, I see all the pain, all the hatred, and all the agony I never wanted. 

When I look in your eyes, I see the love, the passion, and the fire that got us to that next step. 

When I look in your eyes, I see the lives we could have had, what we could have been, and how happy we could have been.

When I look in your eyes, I see the world at our feet, the lives of our children being great, and the greatness we could have had. 

When I look in your eyes, I see the corpse of your body, I see the white of your skin, I see the death that overcame you.

When I look in your eyes, I see the life we had together, I see all  of our happy moments, I see the smile that told me everything would be okay.

When I look in your eyes, I see the sorrow that says you never finished loving me, I see the fear that says I don't want to die, I see the sickness that overtook your soul, and dragged you down to death.

Now all I see are shut eyelids, a lifeless form, and the body of the one I loved. Please don't take her from me. Let me love her just one more time. I know I can do better.

The Truth, Patrick Stump

The truth. What is it about the truth that everyone is afraid of. We spend so much of our lives hiding from from it. We use lies to take the edge off life. We dream of a better tomorrow.We hide from our regrets and inadequacies. We try to exaggerate the good and downplay the bad. We even manage to hide from the inescapable reality that sooner or later, we and everyone else we love, is going to die. We keep telling ourselves that everything is going to be better but in truth, the only thing that could ever get better is our our lying face.

Cancer

Cancer

Turn away
If you could get me a drink
Of water, 'cause my lips are chapped and faded

Call my Aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me in all my favorite colors
My sisters and my brothers, still

I will not kiss you
Cause the hardest part of this
Is leaving you

Now turn away
Cause I'm awful just to see
Cause all my hair's abandoned all my body

Oh, my agony
Know that I will never marry
Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo
But counting down the days to go

It just ain't living
And I just hope you know
That if you say
(If you say)
Goodbye today
(Goodbye today)
I'd ask you to be true
('Cause I'd ask you to be true)

'Cause the hardest part of this
Is leaving you
'Cause the hardest part of this
Is leaving you

Songwriters
Frank Iero;Raymond Toro;Bob Bryar;Michael James Way;Gerard Arthur Way

Published by
BLOW THE DOORS OFF THE JERSEY SHORE MUSIC, INC

I need you

I'm falling down, hoping to miss the ground. I missed you by half a mile. You are the girl that holds every dream I have, dreamed of you every day and night, night and day, just hoping yo hear you say, you will have me, and you'll let me have you too. But I just can't help myself, and I can't get rid of this feeling that you really want me to leave. All that we had has faded away. Where has the true love gone, there is no way to carry on.

I feel like as I write more and more I keep getting more depressed because when I think of things to write, I try to think of something that would really get your guys attention and all I can think of is all the terrible things that happened in my life but I don't want to write about that stuff, but it keeps popping into my brain. Maybe I just don't have the closure I need to finish what I started. Maybe I am just afraid of what people will think about me. Maybe I wish it would all just leave and I can be happy just one more time. When you tell someone you don't love them it is a big deal. When you put so much into a relationship just to have her tell you she doesn't love you, it just really sucks. Up top are a few lines I came up with just for fun. Any girl out there who reads this, make sure you tell the guy off right away and don't keep him lingering just because you like the attention. Be an adult and do the right thing. Patrick out.