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She tells me that I'm ugly / She tells me that I'm fat. / The flowers of my self-esteem / Is what she's plucking at. / She tells me I am nothing. / She tells me I'm a whore. / She says that I am alone, / An
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Some may call it / Jealousy / Some may call it / Rage... / but every time you talk to / Her / it's like I'm in / Her / Shadow, like I'm som
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Kick me down like a dog / Make me beg like a dancing bear / Chain me to the wall / Spitt on my bruised face and piss all over me / Aim a gun at me / And for fucks sake put me out of my misery /
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This is the second part / The explicit language version / Not really a version / Just a miserable submersion / / Into the titanic abyss of pitch blackness / I travel due to unquestionable evil. / This indisputa
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I bleed, bitches grin. / They don’t understand. / They don’t trust, no faith. / In me, in me. / / This is my release. / He raped me, every
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I sit here in this dark corner
Thinkning of the Past
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He knows nothing but hatred, pain and profuse misery and this is his weapon against himself on his colossal trail to obliteration.
by virtual-darkness
31 lines, 4 comments,
on Apr 19 5:05 AM 2007. In love, dark, anger, rage, suicide, pain, sad, personal, life
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This is basically about how I hate my ex's new g/f.
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Everything torn apart Wrapped into a tragedy
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In the undying lands of decay and torment I see you there and I cannot save your soul
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I believe in the Nocturnal Pulse Nothing will stop my destruction
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My bones break My muscles ache and my spade throbs
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You keep your eyes on yourself you slit your throat with your guilt my hands are ringing necks on my waking thoughts. Kids with defects we’
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Rage. It burns inside me like never before.
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I pull the trigger but nothing comes out, just the quiet click of a suicidal cliche and all you can say is just Hey
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Watch me as I crumble like stale cake
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When I come into the house of cards May the royal flush be abolished into hell
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You don't even register an insult To insult is to be insulted
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The venomous tongues of oblivion
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The chasm of my hate prism
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the rage inside my head and heart consumes the very body my soul envelops.
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this was how i felt about a year ad a half ago... it's about my ex i should prob delete it but whatever hahah
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by Ryno
57 lines, 14 comments,
on Apr 4 3:46 PM 2007. In Rage
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I'm sick of writing sad poems I don't think you know what its like
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I thought you knew, that I fucking hate you!
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Your a liar, your a fake. That means exactly what it says. Your a poser, your a prep. You just wanna think your better than me when you'v
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