I Hate MyselfIt's almost funnyIt's almost kind of like a joke.But the exaggerated commentsWeren't really an exaggeration.Saying that it's hardIs an invalid argument.There's nothing in this spectrum that isn't hardNo, the difficulty can almost be embracedIt give us something to look forward toSomething to accomplishNo... It's more of a realization.It's simple and clearDisgusting and strangeFascinating and complexBut when asked the question "If there was one person in this world, whom you could slay and batter as if unknown, who would you choose?" it certainly wasn't normal, for her first thought to be "My mother."But after reality and acid threw her to the ground with the force of all her hate, she let the waves drown the enemy. Cinderblocks of sweetened concrete, a crumbling iron force , she tried with all her might to throw, the hurt, to wound, and to kill. But something wasn't working. She built up demons filled with rage to dismember the villain, flowers laced with screeching pain
Blue InkMy heart skips a beat, then starts in double timeMy parted lips forget to call for airI blink once, twice, my eyes stinging with tearsSuddenly I gulp for breath, tearing my eyes away from the paperMy hands are shaking, I sink to the floorOnly you, could pull me up so high, and then drop me like a leaf,without even realising what you'd doneThis letter, its all I have of you, for nowIt isn't our fault that whats forbidden, is who we are.You said you always wanted to be the warmth on my summer evenings,the sparkle in my snowYou told me this is what I was, to youI know I fell in love with youyou said that you were falling too,And then...You took it backOr did I just misunderstand?Or both?Darling, I know you're scared,That you've been hurtYou dont know how to do thisI know I scared youAnd it kills meMy words, I thought, would comfort youYou joke, and tell the world, that you dont know what love isBut I don't think you're joking.And now you sayOf course you love me
20h32 : Attic : CynicalI do not believe in innocence.There never wasOr ever will beSuch a thingThe young childWhose light and naiveteAre admired and enviedBy othersDoes not posses innocenceOnly ignoranceThe injusticed womanFalsely accused of a crimeAnd fighting an uncertain battleTo be decided by strangesWas not found innocentOnly ignorantThe grown manWho lusts on captured freedomAnd beats it out of herEvery chance he getsDid not take her innocenceOnly her ignoranceYou seeLife is painAnd anyone who says otherwiseIs selling something
I'm so pro at pretending :3When I grow up, I'm going to hellBecause that's where she's leading meThe devil has gotten inside of our friendship, you knowAnd now, he's using her to tempt meAnd it gets even better, because I'm encouraging her in her sinSo its not just my soul going down,But my best friends as wellSo thats why of course I've realised, through much reading of the good book and praying,That of course I'm not bisexualI'm a perfectly normal 16 year old girl, who doesn't spend all her time writing and drawing that distrubed anime stuff, but is excited to go on dates with boys, and buy pretty dresses and shoes.Because that's what you want me to be.It's what I have to be, or else I won't be your daughter anymore.When I grow up, I'm going to London.Because that's where we want to liveLove has gotten inside of our friendship, you knowAnd now, I'm willing to live againAnd it gets even better, because our world has color this timeSo its not just my soul seeing rainbow,But my best friends as w
Quiet Little GirlA quiet little girl sits on her ownAll the children hate her, they won't leave her alone.They tease her and hit her and call her mean namesShe believes their mean words and hangs her head in shameThe adults don't listen as they smile and chatThe little girl cowers, and in a corner she sat.Her mother calls her that its time to come homeShe smiles and runs the car while the warm sun shone.When she reaches the house she smiles and playsShe forgets their mean words and think everything will be okay.She eats her whole dinner, her veggies tooShe prepares her outfit and lines up her shoesHer mother tucks her in and tells her good nightShe snuggles in and grabs her stuffed horse tight.The little girl went to school the very next dayOnce again, the children laugh and say"Leave us alone, you ugly freak,Nobody likes you, and you're incredibly weak"The little girl runs, tears streaming down her faceLiving through each day,waiting to disappear without a trace
I Love...I love you when you laughI love you when you cryI love you even when you hate meI just can't stop.You love me when I'm crazyYou love me when I'm madYou love me even when all that I do sometimes is shut you outYou must be insane.We can never seem to get alongWe can never seem to understand each otherWe can never even seem to tell each other just how we feel.... about anythingWe shouldn't be together.But when we are...All you can do is laugh, cry, and tell me how much you don't hate me.All I can do is be crazy, anything but mad, and tell you how glad I am that I don't shut you out.All we can do is get along, be way too understanding, and tell each other exactly how we feel.... about everything.I guess we're in love after all.
AddictionMy friend who supports meMy friend who kills meMy friend who loves meand who I certainly love.Will you give it to meYour narcotic vengeanceWhich I crave so muchand I want it to take meOh, my putrid friendMy sweet enemyWill you take my conciousnessand leave it behind?I love you my strange friend.Give me what I want.and you shall have meFor your disposal.
Addiction = SuicideAnother slice to the wrist.Another cigarette to the lips.Another cup of vodka to the stomach.Another broken heart.All of these feelings are captivated inside of me.I want to free them,but the key to the lock has been demolished.These feelings will never help me put together my last pieces.I wish to slit my wrists one last time.I want another smoke before I die.When I die, I want to be drunk.When I die, I don't want my heart to be broken.Addictions ARE my suicide.