take the plungePeople think that just because I'm "strong"take the plunge
I don't cry They think i have no problems and that I'm carefree But they don't see what's really going on inside of me How i wish i was away from this world so i wouldnt have to suffer anymore but it's to late because my world is torn apart Just when i thought i had healed just when i thought i had concealed all of the wounds that broke apart my heart I was proved wrong This world just isn't fair The ones you loved are now gone and there's no one to respond to my cries deep down inside I'm screamin
a fake sense of selfShe walks in closes the door she begins to poora fake sense of self
poor out the problems of the day this is the only thing thats making her stay
she lays in her bed thoughts running through her head why wait for a happy day? she could just end it instead...
what would her friends think? what would they do? It doesn't matter anymore she never really acted like herself that she knew..
walking arond with that fake little smile never letting anyone see that her sorrows went for miles and miles
she never had the courage she never had the
its sik
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* there's joy in repetition
Mar--
*my joint account with Homy:
~lumar*
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Do you have nothing else to do that wallow in self-pity.
You're sixteen.
There is a life out there for you so go LIVE IT!! Don't be stuck in your emo little world writing your emo attention-seeking 'poems'.
God, it's all so fucking overdone nowadays
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Fuck me harder. No harder. Make me cry.
*watches back!
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...yellow is the colour of decay and duplicity, the colour of broken promises...
..i heart alex varkatzas..
I hope you enjoy this place as much as I do.
Just wanted to say that I liked the cutting poem, great work there.
Anyways, have a good one,
Dewi
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740th MS- Death Wears Bunny Slippers
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