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yea, hey...life is once again the epitamy of hell... here's soemthing i wrote, not like anyone sees this but yea. here it is.
here before you i lie....a girl that is just too sad to give a fuck about anything in her life. A broken heart that to the world does not matter, she is but another statistic for *them* to count upon. A fragile Soul that feels no pain because the pain shes had is enough to last her a lifetime and to her is not pain anymore. it is bliss...a wonderful safe haven she can run to when shes scared, turn to when she is angry. a demon. her demon. The blade knows of her only secret, her only wish. it is but to be loved, to be looked upon as more than just another teenage whore...more than another emo loser. shes a butterfly. waiting...slowly waiting to be set free. This jar can only hold her for so long before she breaks these ties that hold her safe...not safe from pain, not safe from anger, but safe from you. from the one thing that has held her here for so long...and i promise although she is nothing but a small creature, poison is her weapon of choice, and once she remembers...u'll never to forget....forget wat youve done to make her life a living hell. This hell is all she has known, for some 16 years of her life and it is your turn...your turn to be put in the spotlight, your turn to be mocked, to be tortured. Its wrong, everything youve ever done to that one person that isnt like everyne else, every push, every shove, every word youve said under your breathe. but everything's ok. Everythings ok because...everyone knows...wat goes around, comes around. youll get wat you deserve. and i'll be right there to pick you up. <3
here before you i lie....a girl that is just too sad to give a fuck about anything in her life. A broken heart that to the world does not matter, she is but another statistic for *them* to count upon. A fragile Soul that feels no pain because the pain shes had is enough to last her a lifetime and to her is not pain anymore. it is bliss...a wonderful safe haven she can run to when shes scared, turn to when she is angry. a demon. her demon. The blade knows of her only secret, her only wish. it is but to be loved, to be looked upon as more than just another teenage whore...more than another emo loser. shes a butterfly. waiting...slowly waiting to be set free. This jar can only hold her for so long before she breaks these ties that hold her safe...not safe from pain, not safe from anger, but safe from you. from the one thing that has held her here for so long...and i promise although she is nothing but a small creature, poison is her weapon of choice, and once she remembers...u'll never to forget....forget wat youve done to make her life a living hell. This hell is all she has known, for some 16 years of her life and it is your turn...your turn to be put in the spotlight, your turn to be mocked, to be tortured. Its wrong, everything youve ever done to that one person that isnt like everyne else, every push, every shove, every word youve said under your breathe. but everything's ok. Everythings ok because...everyone knows...wat goes around, comes around. youll get wat you deserve. and i'll be right there to pick you up. <3