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October 19 let me dieThere she sits so helpless Just waiting for that special day The day she set aside When she'll take her life away Up until that day She'll screw her life up more Taking all the drugs And cutting like before Stories of her messed up life Are written on her skin Keeping count of all the times The knife just tends to win Scarlet scars upon her wrists Tell of all the times She tried to go but something Stopped her suicidal crimes Her blood shot eyes tell of all The countless times she's cried She has no more tears to cry So her end she will decide As that day comes around When her 'precious' life she'll take She'll bring up all the pain inside And one more cut she'll make Never will she stop to think Of all the people she will miss You can call it 'ignorance' But ignorance is bliss As she starts to think about The story of her life She wants to end if faster Just to end all her strife She curls up in the corner And she begins to cry All the while voices whisper Just f u c k ing go and die Mascara tears leak from her eyes And stain her pale, white face Trailing down her satin cheeks Depression's line they trace She sinks her nails down in her arm As she begins to shake Substituting physical pain For the pain from her heart ache As she slowly falls apart She starts to crave her blade She takes it out and wastes no time To add to the cuts she's made She drags the blade along her skin As she watches the blood pour out She feels control run through her body And the voices cease to shout She puts away her razor blade With no sign of regret She knows that she will do it again For the pain she can't forget As she starts to breathe again And her shaking finally stops Her weak and fragile body goes To her bed and drops Her eyes begin to slowly close As she thinks about that day Where all her struggles end as soon As she takes her life away October 15 I wanna go backthat poem is for a very spical person... i just wanted to say : I MISS U ... I MISS THE PAST TIME...
I want to go back to the times when thing were right when we could hang out and never fight October 14 What Love Is AboutIt was something I was searching for, It was something I had found. It was something I lost, And it knocked me to the ground. If it's really meant to be, then it will always last. If it isn't meant to be, then it leaves pretty fast. It makes you get lost, yet it helps you find your way. it makes you get tounge tied, but helps you find the words to say. It gives you butterflies, hurt you? it may. but when it's there it keeps you smiling each and every day. It brings hope, and it brings fear. But you are never afraid, when that special one is near. When it's gone, you'll feel pain. But learning to love has just been gained. It's about giving your heart without a single doubt. You're there from start to end... that's what love is about October 07 missing uI DON'T SMILE LIKE I USED TO, OR LAUGH LIKE I DID BEFORE ALL I KNOW IS THAT MY LIFE HAS CHANGED, AND NOW I HATE IT EVEN MORE EVERY LITTLE THING, REMINDS ME OF US TWO LIKE WHEN THEY PLAY OUR SONG, I CAN'T HELP BUT THINK OF YOU AND WHEN I SEE YOUR FACE, IT JUST REMINDS ME OF THE PAST BOTH THE GOOD AND BAD MEMORIES, MAKE ME WISH THAT IT COULD LAST BUT YOU DON'T EVEN CARE, YOU JUST MOVE ON WITH EACH DAY YOU DON'T EVEN TAKE A SECOND GLANCE, 2 MAKE SURE THAT I'M OKAY EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, I CAN'T HELP BUT LET TEARS FALL EVEN THOUGH YOU HURT ME, I STILL WISH FOR YOUR PHONE CALL I REALLY DON'T KNOW THE REASON, BUT YOUR FOREVER ON MY MIND I TRY SO HARD TO HATE YOU, BUT NOTHING BUT SWEETNESS DO I FIND WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LOVE YOU? IF IT WAS NOTHING BUT A LIE I JUST WISH THAT I NEVER SAID HELLO, SO THEN, I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND AT ALL, BECAUSE TO YOU IT WAS A GAME I BET IN A FEW YEARS OR MORE, YOU WON'T EVEN REMEMBER MY NAME TO ME IT'S SAD, HOW I THOUGHT THAT IT WAS TRUE HOW I WASTED SO MUCH TIME, WHEN ALL ALONG SHE WAS WITH YOU NOW THAT IT'S OVER, AND YOU'RE WITH HER I AM LEFT HERE HEARTBROKEN, AND WHAT TO DO I'M NOT SURE |
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