Hey, I'm Coral. You will find that I am unlike most people. I’m slowly losing touch with reality and, in return, gaining the ability to find myself. Over the years, I have learned that reality hurts, life hurts. I no longer desire to live this so called ‘normal’ life. I wish to be an actress, a poet, a musician, or photographer; every teenager has big city dreams. But as you can tell, my life is still lacking quite a bit in direction. I am lost, but I know what I want. I want to live each day like it‘s my last. I want to seize everyday and let it be an opportunity to learn and grow.
I love entirely too much. Especially this one boy. He means the world to me even though I don't mean much to him. He is currently the reason I'm breathing; someday, he'll be the reason I stop.
I've done things I'm not proud of. I've been through rough times, really rough times. I have been on the edge of hysteria and even jumped off that edge a few times. And there have been moments when I thought that I wouldn't make it out alive. But look at me now: I'm still breathing.
Because we are all strong enough to live the lives we have been given.
All of my life I have been underestimated. I have always been told that I can’t escape this pathetic excuse of a town. But I’m intelligent and determined. Determined to make something of this life, of myself. I'm going to be somebody, even if it kills me. My life needs to have a meaning, a purpose, and I won't give up until I've made that a reality.
My name is Coral Elizabeth Counts
It’s nice to finally meet you.
- Last seen on Nov 9 7:57 PM. Member since December 4, 2007.
- I'm a aventurine thought poet for 51 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Fear nothing, Try everything.".
- I am a 16 year old girl from Missouri (United States)
- I am in the groups I am in need of a trace from your ink
- I have 51 comments, 7 poems, 2 journals
Poems I'm focused on
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Her self-esteem is spilled onto the floor
Along with stomach acid and alcohol -
I hang by a faint strand of ecstacy, miles above the ground. And there I hang in harmony, yet, knowing I will soon come crashing down
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Wandering through the pathless woods,
Lost and timid - she trembles. - → Show all poem
My journal entries
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broken skylines on December 31, 2007Yo Nig!
Yer so HXC, to the maxxxxxx
bahaha, why are we such fags?!
AHHH we're scene kids that's why!! haha
fuck, come hang out with me.
