I'm Allie. I have my ups and downs, and my life is never consistant. I over analyze the smallest things, get my hopes up to high, and then get crushed in the end. Music is about 98% of my life. If you want to know more, read my poetry, or drop me a message. I have aim, yahoo, and msn, feel free to ask for them, I'd love to talk. |
I have nothing left to offer
I have put myself on the line...
She is the girl with the broken eyes
Hiding herself behind these lies...
I try to block out thoughts of you
As I lay here on the floor...
Is it shame you see
When you look at me...
--this needs some editing, such as the last...
I picked up the lighter...
The sullen looks filling long corridors
What a tragic day...
There is no comparison,
So why does my heart still linger...
A light laugh escapes my lips
As you dig up memories we share...
Me and you
And the memories we made...
A gun to my temple
A blade to my wrist...
My body |
Let it go |
Caught between the pain and the healing |