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I just wrote this a month ago and just threw it on paper, i know punctuation and captilization is off, and so is the ryhme in some parts, b
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the thought races through my mind again and i hang my head in shame
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Back to being alone no one answers the phone
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Those bloodshot red eyes bring back my pathetic cries
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How I feel toward my 'inner child'.
extremely personl.
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I wrote this about a month ago and decided to type it up.
I go into dissociative states that scare me so bad, because on this day i walked
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I was just a little upset. I just randomly wrote this, it's not that great, i know...
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She taps her cigarette dropping ash-like shame.
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I can't believe Ill be seventeen.
the day has come so fast!
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please take me back 
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oh no here i am again about to give up.
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beautiful crimson liquid rising from porcelain skin screaming to come out from deep within
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Sometimes I want a person and a hand to hold
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I don't really know
nothing is for sure
I'm looking for more pain
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Your fingers are playing with the stitches on my heart,
Coming even looser, you made it fall apart...
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Another year has come and gone,
it's now part of the past
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She was just another one of those girls
hanging on her boyfriend…
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hearing voices in my head
haunting my alone in bed
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im sorry for who i am im sorry i never changed
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Mechanical lives, the secret lives of the broken marionettes That walk the side walks of a filthy planet
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The anime hair is some=what what we look like xD
we gotta listen to our hearts....
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I quit writing, no one will read this, but im too tired to explain everything, im too tired of all the shit in this world, i know it all, a
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This is the wrong kind of place for someone like me.
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YAY MY BIRTHDAY WAS MONDAY!!! OMG I DONT WANNA GROW UP SURE YOU GUYS WILL THINK 15 IS YOUNG BUT I WANNA BELIEVE ITS OLD CUZ I DOTN WANNA TE
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I lived in a hollow hole Where I feared and hid
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this is just shit i didn't even think as i wrote i hope it makes sense
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Since I can't add pictures to my work, br
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Sometimes I think of dying
It fills my every thought
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A musican needed an instrument
so away for one he sent,
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A thought crosses my mind just slips through one ear to the next
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How can God take
something so pure
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