Purplelover• Show poetry

Hey, what's up? lol. People call me purple, I dislike my real name. Some might think that I am obsessed with purple, because of my name. It's really funny because I'm not. I like purple but the fact is I only own one thing that is purple, a shirt. Sooo yeah. I am a pretty random girl who is into dark things. I love the mythical world and all that good stuff. I also love to write, as you can see I am in a lot of role playing groups.

I have long brown hair, and icy blue eye's.

If there's anything else you want to know, just ask.

Isn’t it ironic?
We love the ones who hurt us
hurt the ones who love us.
We ignore the ones who talk to us
talk to the ones who ignore us.
We adore the ones who hate us
hate the ones who adore us.

"Everyone says that love hurts but that's not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Everyone confuses these things with love, but in reality, LOVE is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again."

Older sister(s): lunagirl15
Sister(s): odette lee
Girlfriend:BlackBloodyRose
My love: death is life
Uncle(s): JToddUnderhill

My name is Sarah.
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen.
I cannot see,
I must be stupid.
I must be bad,
What else could have made
my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better.
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy would
still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all.
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
all the day long
When I wake I'm all alone
the house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight!
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car.
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls.
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes.
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again.
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy murdered me.

Paste this into your profile to help stop child abuse.

A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.
(In the paper the next day)
A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.


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80% of Americans say "I LOVE YOU".
20% actually mean it.
If you honestly are in the 20%, paste this into your
profile

"a shot to kill the pain
a pill to drain the shame
a purge to stop the gain
a cut to break the vein
a smoke to ease the crave
a drink to win the game
an addictions an addition
because it always hurts the same."

Our hearts are intertwined forever.