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Friday, April 27, 2007

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 01:38:47 GMT

she said,
"I don't know if I've ever been good enough. I'm
a little rusty, and I think my head is caving in. and
I don't know if I've ever been really loved by the hand
that's touched me; well i feel like something's gonna
give. and I'm a little bit angry, but this ain't over.
no, not here. not while i still need you around."

If you only knew the pain, the pain I keep inside, the pain that makes me "me". Then without it who am I? In a room with broken walls I lay in scene and dreams... I want you to see.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 23:35:17 GMT

You see me destroying myself.
You see I want help, I need help.
But u don't do anything but sit there&stare at me awkwardly.
I guess you aren't my best friend after all.

watching two people falling out of love;
is like watching a car crash in slow motion.

love:
giving someone your heart;
so they have the power to break it;
but trusting them enough not to.

Its easy to say I regret this, I regret us.
but truthfully, I would trade my left arm
for just one more day as "us"
because you and me baby, we had true love.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 02:15:39 GMT

Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk to you again

You can't control love. It's not brain; It's blood and heart <3

You're supposed to be here; at least you sold me that. Why the fuck did I listen when you told me that?

One cut for the way I look.
One cut for the way you looked at her.
One cut for over eating.
One cut for throwing it all back up.
One cut for the drugs.
One cut for the drinks.
One cut for every time I still breathe.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 02:43:47 GMT

She lived like a murder
but she died like suicide

If one day you wake up
and find that I'm not there
I promise you can find your name
carved in my wrists

The sharpest lives are
the deadliest to lead

Another day like this
Could be the end of me

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 00:37:18 GMT

I'll never forget what you did to me;
but I'll never let you know I remember.

I'll bleed until there's no blood left

I am gone.
the person you see
isn't the real me
the real me gave up a long time ago
she couldn't take the constant pain anymore

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet
And so are you.
But the roses are wilting
And the violets are dead.
The sugar bowl's empty
And my wrists are stained red

Pain is weakness leaving the body

Close your eyes. Fall asleep.
Cry the pain away. Sadly, when you wake up
it'll still hurt the next day

Monday, April 02, 2007

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 07:55:49 GMT

I think I'm finally scared now.
I think the truth has sunk in.
please tell me you're not like them,
please tell me you're smarter than that.

sometimes I just wanna break down, quit putting on this act, playing this role of someone who's always strong. and before long, it's too late. I've become cold and distant, my thoughts are inconsistent. so i suck it up and move forward. I'm beginning to think I help others with their problems to avoid my own. screaming inside in the purest tone, I quit this time. I'll walk alone.

she tries to be real
but I don't think she knows
who the real her is anymore

you gotta hurt in order to know
fall in order to grow
lose in order to gain
cause most of life lessons
are learned in pain

Isn't it amazing how you can keep so much
bottled up inside, and you can walk around and nobody
has any idea.

Every time I think about you,
I have to remind myself
that if you wanted to talk to me,
you would.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 01:07:40 GMT

you're like a bad addiction running through
my veins. you're the habit that i crave

As the long days dwell,
my heart breaks.
I think of ways I can die,
how to shut off everything inside.

letting go doesn't mean
[.[.g.i.v.i.n.g. u.p.].]
it just means accepting that
some things just weren't meant to be x||3

Nothing is left except broken mirrors and false love letters.

in case you haven't heard, I'm sick and tired of trying.

Don't blame the gun for shooting
the bullet through her head... blame
those who shot the words instead.

but now that I'm older, my heart's colder, and i can see that it's a lie.

you let me down lightly, i killed you politely.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Sun, 01 Oct 2006 02:54:47 GMT

In just a short amount of time,
I learned that promises are worthless...
That wishing on stars only makes things worse...
&&when you carve things in your skin it only leaves scars...

She is leaning over the ledge.

She sees the cold water just below.

Should she jump and die,

Or should she live another day.

She slips over the edge, making her choice

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Sun, 24 Sep 2006 23:15:12 GMT

ever get the feeling the
entire world is flying in
first class & you're stuck
with a folding chair in
the baggage compartment?

If I died, would you notice? If I killed myself, would you care? If I put this gun to your head, would you be scared?

When you find me lying there, don’t blame yourself. There is nothing you could have done about it. I wasn’t trying to kill myself; I just wanted to sleep forever. So when you find me lying there, don’t wake me up. It will be my turn to help myself. I just need to sleep. When you find me lying there, don’t cry and hurt yourself. Move on without your life as if I was never there. When you find me lying there.

he put me through pain, and he knows it
that's why he can't look me in the eyes
like he used to

i`m just another one of those girls
who laughs during phone calls
forces herself to fake a smile everyday
& then collapse on her bed
and cries herself to sleep </3

She does not look at there faces as she walks by.
She can feel there cold stares and there disgust.
She is just another ugly ass girl who is hated.
And for what she doesn't exactly know.
She just wants another face, and another life

When I forgot, You came back, Expecting me to forgive you like you didn't break my heart and bring me to my early death...Oh baby its not going to end like that. The end will be your blood on the floor.

She screams her lungs out and throws things around.

She falls to the floor and covers her face.

She can hear the voices in her head telling her to die.

She can’t take them anymore, she has lived with them too long.

And as she hold the knife to her skin, she feels no regret.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Sun, 06 Aug 2006 21:42:00 GMT

Goodbye Dreams, Hello I Don't Give A Shit.</3

Her fingers grasped that cigarette, a pity attempt to not forget, His name carved deeply across her chest, directly over where her heart would rest, Her cheeks still streaked with tears of goodbye,Because without him, she chose to die.</3

Stones taught me to fly, love taught me to lie, life... it taught me to die.

After a while, you get sick of caring
and you're too hurt to fight.
sometimes, no matter what you do,
things won't be alright