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Jail or treatment...
What should I choose?
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Almost high school sweethearts until addiction tore us apart
Meeting up a couple years later, still with a fluttering heart
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I'm not the beautiful one
I breath in misery
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Smells like vinegar
tastes like poison
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A strange but perfect relationship
Kinky and loving
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Loaded
A syringe filled with glitter
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i don't know where i am. / i don't know where i am going. / i hardly know where i've been. / i can't see what's ahead of me. / i can see all too clearly behind. / i feel like i am falling. / i feel
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not to be cliche but i am numb, for lack of better words
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Recreate me from stone- your greatest sculpture
Immaculate and smiling
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dear diary,
today i bought new lip gloss to match this shiny lie. coated slimy pink my brilliant white teeth shine through fibbing lips. b
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I want to go back
go back, but I can't
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Just another life, a trigger fetish.
*Bang, Bang* Fall and bleed,
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Blood is better than love
between two men
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I never ever knew
how noisy life could be
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And with this lasting kiss of his fist, she turned her back and walked away. His promises fell at her feet accompianing her blood. Rivers of tears painted the c
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i see your faceless faces
when i see my face
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a stem and a cap
like a flower but apparently tastes like death
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a caked fuzzy feeling of death
(hangover breath)
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all this mumblejumble nonsense
random bullshit etc
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High school is the best days of my life
so i've been told
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Blue and white collars
With perfect little families
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there is no happy ending with two princes and a slut with a tiara
claiming to be loved and love herself
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a cum dumpster of the worst kind the welcoming kind
use me as another hand to help you jack off
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through the veins of the school
in hallways like train wrecks
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when mascara smears
is the prettiest makeup
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You apathetic piece of work
Pretending (faking) that you care
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So many named the simple word
"Jennifer"
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::whisper::
Tell my soul the unknown (but welcomed) lies
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Decked out in anti-pinch
on the day everyone is Irish
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You have been asked the cliche
"Why is there war?"
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Dearest friend,
Brother, sister, mother, father, daughter, son. You are something to someone. Fighting so earnestly until this war is done. Army fatigues and
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