Old life.
( wahmbulance Warning wahmbulance This isnt exactly a poem its just expressing my feelings.)
Her hair blows in the warm summer wind. The smells of blooming flowers and the chirping of birds. She thinks its company, Her friends abandoned her, Her family, loves her Yet doesnt listen. She is alone. She feels rejected, her heart is broken. She wishes she could have it all back, Her pages filled with writings of her misery and depression. Her face smiled to hide it all. But inside she is crying tears of crimson and blue. Her eyes show happiness, but feel sadness. She hates her life, She feels the need to cut her wrists, But she denys she need's it. She crys herself to sleep somedays. and others She crys at reminders of her old life. Outdside, she's smiling, but inside she's dying.
Well i hope you liked it. And i feel that it realtes to mosy people in the world. When you read this I hope you are deeply moved. I never told anybody, i really just kept it to myself. I miss everything i had before my heart was broken. im not naming names the person knows who he is. >.>.
 Sadistic Memoirs · Tue Jul 10, 2007 @ 06:57pm · 0 Comments |
