blast from the past
some of my old stuff i found on my UJ.....
You'll get your fucking revenge. Tonight. Although, it's not you getting it from me. I'm giving it to you. Don't bother showing up at my funeral. No one would want to see your beautiful face among my horrid disaster. The disaster I make upon my body. I'll write a letter for you. Using my own blood. Letting you know the blood that ran through this body will always love you. When you walk up to my coffin, don't bother putting a flower down. No one would want to hear how sorry you are, especially me. Why tell your sorrows to someone who can't even hear them, and someone who wouldn't care anyways? Go cry on someone else's shoulder, I am no longer here for you. As I leave this world, I want you to know I still love you. But, don't even think about showing up at my funeral. With your beautiful face, your black hair, and those gorgeous green eyes I adore. You wouldn't fit in well. Save yourself. Just don't even bother.
the soft shiny curl falls gracefully onto her pale white cheek. she scampers into the dark faraway corner. cobwebs brush her face. she doesnt care. her hands wipe away the webs and tear drops from her eyes. her mascara eyes. stabbing pains increase in her heart. tearing her apart. silently rocking with her tortured soul. rain padding on the window pane welcomes her. she asks her self questions. whats my path. a razor? pills? a rope? she cries. how did it happen. she had it all. this fragile frightened girl. alone. she had friends. she had a boyfriend. but were they there. they didnt know her. nobody did. slumped against the cold tiles she pauses. she smiles as she wipes the tears of black blood.
You'll get your fucking revenge. Tonight. Although, it's not you getting it from me. I'm giving it to you. Don't bother showing up at my funeral. No one would want to see your beautiful face among my horrid disaster. The disaster I make upon my body. I'll write a letter for you. Using my own blood. Letting you know the blood that ran through this body will always love you. When you walk up to my coffin, don't bother putting a flower down. No one would want to hear how sorry you are, especially me. Why tell your sorrows to someone who can't even hear them, and someone who wouldn't care anyways? Go cry on someone else's shoulder, I am no longer here for you. As I leave this world, I want you to know I still love you. But, don't even think about showing up at my funeral. With your beautiful face, your black hair, and those gorgeous green eyes I adore. You wouldn't fit in well. Save yourself. Just don't even bother.
the soft shiny curl falls gracefully onto her pale white cheek. she scampers into the dark faraway corner. cobwebs brush her face. she doesnt care. her hands wipe away the webs and tear drops from her eyes. her mascara eyes. stabbing pains increase in her heart. tearing her apart. silently rocking with her tortured soul. rain padding on the window pane welcomes her. she asks her self questions. whats my path. a razor? pills? a rope? she cries. how did it happen. she had it all. this fragile frightened girl. alone. she had friends. she had a boyfriend. but were they there. they didnt know her. nobody did. slumped against the cold tiles she pauses. she smiles as she wipes the tears of black blood.