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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 7:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 7:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 5:51 am
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~Crush~ Since it seems no one is here and I am all alone I'll write out my story for all unfulfilled souls It wasn't rainy, windy or stormy that day I was just sitting in my room, typing away Nothing that most teens do, no porn, not vouge just nothing to do
I put myself on a diet prior that day Poking and pull on what wasn't there
And now, with out a care I stumbled onto a site and found my crush
Her name was ana, and she lived in my soul She made me a home, she me feel whole, though she made me a half, I was always happy she was here.
I miss her so dear, I feel in love when she was near
Now shes a memory so faded, so black, now shes a memory I've failed to put back
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 6:12 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:36 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:41 am
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~Dreams~ I lay in bed, asleep at night dreaming my life. Better as it always is, in my dreams. I have some coffee, a cigarette and gum. I'm 90pounds and healthy somehow, two choices, I have to give up none. I still think it'd be great, if both choices I could pick, but no, on the counter top they still sit. Health or self esteem, I'll never ever choose. I'll just continue this lifetime binge, and never ever lose.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:46 am
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~Stranger~ Dear strangers, I'm not your kid, and I'm also 13, don't feel the need to yell at me. If I want to say something, that I know I'm aloud, just shut your mouth and walk outside.
Dear Strangers, I don't think you get it. Don't bump into me or you will get hit. Where are your manners, pushing right past me. I fall to the floor and you dont even stop. I'd trip your a** but right now I can barely walk.
Dear Strangers, You guys just can't learn, I dont even know you, what do you earn? You dont know me, so stop staring, its creeping me out. Go back home and sort your s**t out.
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