Thursday, July 15, 2010
*sigh*
Sunday, June 13, 2010
havent been around here long
Monday, May 24, 2010
And especially the strength to get through my dance exam.... Flip im gonna puke. Im so scared an nervous an stressed ugh i just cant explain it.. Im upset. Im hurt. Im angry. I hate myself. I hate life an im closing up i know it but the one person... i really wanna keep inside... I cant loose that person and im tryin my very bêst to build a door way into my walls where only they have the key...
Heres another poem i wrote
Whats this noise in my head
All these voices tellin me i should be dead
Telling me theres no reason im alive
No reason i should survive
why live at other peoples expense
Loving me just doesnt make sense
No need to recover from this pain
Why wash it away with pure rain You find that im shaken from head to toe
I have run out of feelings to show
Lost in how unpredicatable i feel
This is unbelievably real
Confused as to how things are suppose to be
Or if i'll ever be free
Nothing i can say or do
To let you know the things im going through
Misunderstood..
Unable to read me like you should..
No feelings brought to sight
Im now searchin for the light
But theres no light left in my life
One more time i use my blade
Last pills ill ever take
This may be a mistake
Last time ill hang from a tree
This is the last time you'll ever see me
Dear life
I understand we have a huge misunderstanding... I think we need to deal with it. I dono what i did to piss u off to put me through so much hell but this isnt gossip girl. And your not blair waldorf. SO GIVE ME A BREAK!! I know you understand the circumstances. Here i am. I have my blade. I have my pills. I have my hospital needle syringe thingy. Dont make me kill myself because i will an i am so close to being pushed off the edge. Dont u dare tempt me! Im sick of u. I hate u. And i wanna leave u. People say "no man lewe is awsum jy moenie dit doeni of jy's net vokt op." (translation: no man life is awsum you shouldnt do that or your just fucked up) well guess what... I am fucked up. An your fucked up so lets just agree that if you dont give me a break im ending my life.
Kthnx bye
Hatedly
Shattered dreams.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Inside this mirror, i see myself..
Trapped behind a face no longer mine
i am the only one who can see my bitter decline...
Only one who can see my hidden tears
Only one who can taste my horrible fears
Hidden in the suicidal world of my own
All my memories knitten and sown
All the dread an lies u said
Makes me wish i were dead
Taking in your threats
Feeling horrible regrets
On this cold miserable day
My mirror will break
Cracking an breaking as my life it takes
As the mirror breaks my life will fade
Sunday, May 16, 2010
My sunday
I hate my real dad so much. He cares more about his online girlfriends than his own family. I hate him for so many reasons.. I just cant believe he'd hurt us so bad. Ok no wait i can. Because he's hurt me alot. :(
Wish i were dead but im past the stage of suicide an gone into a worse 1
All the anger i kept locked up is starting to explode an im angry at everyone. Myself an the world. Im stormin out on people an screamin at them an burstin into tears for no reason
Things i want to say to my Dad.. Probably never will
I dont know who you are anymore and i dont like who you've become. You're hurtin all of us very much and you've especially hurt me the most. I forgive you for what you've done to me even though i hate you for it but i want to help you... I need a dad in my life just like i need a mom even though it feels like she hates me..
A poem i wrote
Am i really out of control like you say
Or is it just because you cant handle me
You put me down everyday
Everything i say you dont believe
Im starting to wonder what i am to you
Am i the mistake you keep talkin about
The thing you wish you never had? Is it really true...
I know you've never loved me i know that without a doubt
But hearing it every day of my life
Kills me slowly an cuts me deeply inside
Like a newly sharpened knife
Using my heart as an amusement ride
Cutting pretty patterns lettin the blood fall slowly
Wind gently blowing
I look at you in your eyes
Tryin to find the reason why
Is it true you hate me?
Or is it just me being decieved . . .
