I'm Brenda. I'm 18 and a weirdo. I love to read and write. I've been on this site for quite a few years now. I love poetry, but I also write short stories. I spend a lot of time online, and a ton on Tumblr, may url is bastardlylove.tumblr.com, I know it's weird. I'm overall a pretty friendly person unless I'm given a reason not to be. I'm bisexual. I have minor attitude issues and very strong opinions. Feel free to get to know me. |
This room
I'm not supposed to enter...
She floats within the night
Never to be seen...
Food, I really hate the stuff
The smell alone makes me sick...
I taste the blood,
I smell the fear...
Theres now nothing left but the blood on the...
No girl in her bedroom, just a note on the door...
She walks with the grace of the lonely
Shoulders bent with the weight of the lies...
Little miss perfection messed up again,
Yet, no one knows the pain she's in...
A twisted symphony starts to play,
inside your mind, a shattered gray...
Pick your poison
I'll pick mine...
Darkness closes in like the end of day
The hurt moves in like it's here to stay...
Asks: What do you do if you see your ex running around in your front yard covered in blood screaming for help?? |
You weren't there, you never were, you want it all, but that's not fair, i gave you life, i gave my all, you weren't there, you let me fall. |
Sometimes i wish i was a white crayon , so then no one would use me . |