I write for a reason though sometimes I don't know the reason behind my work. I just look at myself as a small town girl that's trying hard to figure out life and to get through it too. I look at it this way; yea sometimes things get hard but there's a reason that im still here a lesson that I still need to learn someone that needs me and somebody that loves me. I've been through a hell that few know about while a lot of people know how it feels. And if you need/want to talk just PM me. |
Fingers intertwined,
Arm so strong yet gentle around my shoulders...
Where is that guy i met,
the one I loved...
Who in this mess of yours is hurt?
What in this family are you willing to sacrifice...
A mask made of pure beauty,
It was thought to cover the shame of ugliness...
Want to play a game?
It's a game of pain...
Why am I here?
I ask myself this nearly every day...
Wear your mask honey
You don't want anyone to know there's something...
This world seems to be knocking you down, ripping...
"Why does it seem like its only getting...
I am from spades,
from Pine-sol and sodium hydrochlorite...
The trip lies ahead, its the trip that's going to...
Even in a world of black and white we dream in color |
If we were meant to be judged based on our past I would be dead |
My head says "who cares?" My heart says "you do stupid". |