I'm not your average teenage girl. I don't like pink or follow trends. to be honest, i'm just a hopeless romantic lost in her rebel-cinderella world of glass converse. My name is Sarah. but dont call me that. It means "Princess," because thats what my dad thought i was. but all i have become is daddy's little defect. sorry dad. So call me Ashlyn, because thats all that remains of the whole "princess" idea.------------------------------------- |
Dripping, draining, slowly out,
I do not cry, I do not shout...
You're just the salt in the wound of my broken...
You're just a mass of confusion getting ready to...
I really want to write,
But I don't know what to say...
Darkness surrounded
Horror flickered on the screen...
Conceal the body of love with darkness,
For it is no longer to roam the world...
Not much to think about at all before I met you,
Eat. Sleep. Drink. Drink alcohol. Sleep...
I watch her from the mirror
As her size 3 figure exits the shower...
I met him once over the phone,
Now we're in this place, alone...
Underneath a shining blue neon moon,
That glistened next to diamonds shaped like stars...
She wears the sound of water
As she glides from steaming clouds...
It's a little too late |
Guy: I'm like God's gift to mankind! |
Vanity, Thy name is "Teenage Girl." |