she'll be just fine in the very end...she likes to be alone. she loves to read and write poetry. she may not be here if it wasnt for writing. all things are wrong in her life, but she deals with it well. or at least she likes to think she does. shes always cold. its part of her nightmare called life. are you cold too? shes sick of being in this fu**ed up world. where right has become wrong and nobody cares. people just dont care anymore. so why should she care?comment her or she will find you. if you are going to give her low ratings please tell her why. |
Can you see me
looking through the mirror...
It was coming like a monster
couldn't run...
Forever lost
with hope and steam...
Can you see behind the tear streaked eyes...
what do you see behind fake smiles and happiness...
Average may not be good enough
For anyone it seems...
Dear diary;
the day i knew i lost you is a day i wish i could...
What passed her lips? air, water. she was...
by carol Ann Duffy...
Sitting here in the shadows
guilty full of shame...
The night is young
and the stars are bright...
I cut to get away
from all the pain i feel and cause...
D/r/u/g/s my *anti*:reality |
The phrase 'living hell' takes its true meaning.... being susceptible to all the pain in this 'reality' we live in today |
Before our innocence was lost, You were always one of those, Blessed with lucky sevens, And the voice that made me cry, It's a song to say goodbye |