Poor Little GirlI don't know which to believe-Poor Little Girl
The "I'm sorry, I love you's"
Or how you say maybe this was never meant to be.
The reality of love-
A smack in the face,
A constant gun fight between two
That are unsure of what they have is true.
Can I honestly believe you?
Trust you like I once did?
I can't decide.
You have forever scarred my mind with your pathetic lies.
Too childish and lonesome for a final farewell,
Too love struck and dumb founded to stay mad.
What can a girl do when her wo
How Could You..How could you possibly know- Just how it feels- To get your innocent heart ripped out of you chest, So viciously, then Thrown on the filthy floor- And continually stepped on, Until no more blood squirts from the damaged veins? How could you even understand- What it’s like- To get the sudden urge to shred apart your flesh, So much, that it has become addicted- To a point,How Could You..
Where you no longer feel pain- But a form of a security; When it’s like a silk feather dancing upon your smooth skin- Instead of a blade,
Sinking deeper into your unprotected fle
Dying AngelYou might as well of picked up the razor, And sliced open the flesh upon my right wrist yourself- You pushed me to it. Why must you yell- With your painful screeches that only puncture my ears, And drown my hazel eyes? Why don’t you just skip the nonsense with you’re misjudged assumptions, And hold the pistol to my face, With your index finger on the trigger ready to blow a bullet straight into my head Leaving nothing but an empty hole, Just like the size of the other hole still forming inside my tearing heart. You’re nothing but a judgmental whore- Accusing me of doing everythDying Angel
Her PainHer PainHer Pain
The pain is there,
deep inside of me. And only with this rage,
can i set it free. I will not give him a chance,
to hurt her today. The only thing he can do,
is cry and pray. I will leed him to a room,
where its dark and cold. As soon as I enter,
is when the pain unfolds. I will not have a gun,
only these fists of rage. Scaring the hell out of him,
is only the first stage. It's all because of you,
She has fear in her life. And in the darkest days,
She wanted to end it with a knife. I will not d
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Come to my deep darkness
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klaha thinks he's a ghost...
prints
peace in AMEHIKAAAH!
(I'm just a sad lonely random stranger passing by giving so err helloness)
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[<big>Dearly Beloved</big>- Are you listening?- Save me from the nothing I've become.
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[<big>Dearly Beloved</big>- Are you listening?- Save me from the nothing I've become.
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