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- 09/07/2007
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- 04/10/1992
About
Me:
I am a hyper person but I dont have A.D.D. it is just that.... oh, look a bunny rabbit.
I am 5'5
I am sixteen and driving my parents nuts
I am single
Loves:
I love drawing
I love lesoning to music
I love hanging out with friends
I love meeting new people some times I get shy
hates:
ppl who think there the coolest thing in the world
Hipacrital ppl
people who lie to my face
and spirders
falts:
I can be too trusting working on it tho
self crital and can be plain mean torads my self
holds on to the past but can't wait for the future
I heart pomes and anime:
She's the girl You didn't love Black nails Black hair But a heart made of gold She talked of lust of fantasy Of dripping rainbows Smeared along chalk walls She talked of hate towards her life She talked of love towards myth What a mystical creature god has created So talented, so beautiful A story untold She woke up every morning With dark storm clouds hanging in sight You reduced her life The fact that she wasn't like you Her deep thoughts Her angelic soul Meant nothing to you That morning every untouched life Felt her pain As she kissed the world good bye Dewdrops still fresh Heaven would see her fly The water splashed As her lifeless body Hit the hard sandy floor This was her wish This is how it had to be Now you question her music Are you too blind to see Her music was all she had It was the one you called "good kids" That drove her to such insanity She sat at home every night crying tears of hate You made sure everything she stood for Was taken away Thrown in the mud You made sure she would never feel loved Now raindrops fall On a cold dreaded Sunday The crisp air blows As her body is lowered Into the ground You put notes and roses on her grave But now it's too late Her bleeding soul has been set free Searching for an unknown love For a place were she can be who she wants to be And this is how the story ends It is how it has to be Because suicide is painless to a broken Bird The one that shouldn't be caged The one that needed to mend Now you see how hurtful your words can be Next time you look through heavens eyes See the many rivers it has cried See the hurt and despair Look towards the rainbow How different it is And think to yourself How would you feel When you are put in their shoes Would death be your answer too
So many cuts on your body. Too many times you've felt pain. It became a habit after you were hurt so bad. You take away the pain as you cut as you carve. You want to be left alone. You don't care that its your body that is ruined, Just as long as the pain, the emotion is gone, away. There's so many teens you cut away the pain. So many teens those care. You say no they don't. But what you say isn't you. You've changed. This has to be someone else talking. Could it be the inner demon in you, Making you hurt yourself like this. Cutting and carving, away all you pain? So many cuts on your small body, So many scares. You try to cover it up with clothing. So you'll only know its here. But when you don't think know body is looking at you. You pull up your sleeves so you can breath. And then they do see, It hasn't vanished. Your not better, You didn't get better. Stop this madness at once. Stop the cuts, Stop the scares.
I sit there and wonder if my childhood nighmere would ever leave me, but then it comes up. I freek it hurt to hear those comments again. I burst out in anger but fail I hide in the corrner and wish it would all go away. My sister comferts me I feel a little better but still hurt emotionaly and phycial. I look at my arm an see the scrach and bruse from where the door hit me. The next monday I hear my sister tell me that my friends would take care of the problem. I feel a little at ease but not shure if anything would really happen. I ponder the thoughts in my head. Then they tell me how they orderd an aplogle from the problem. I feel the wormth flood to my face and I cant help but smile. They all give me hugs and tell me that if the problem dosen't aploglies soon then the problem will be missing peaces. I know that some times I feel alone but now i know I am never alone but i am loved
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