Nov 06, 2005 12:32
*~ The Artist
She's staring back
Hands grasping air
Mind doused in images of happy thoughts
Paint her with blood that isn't there.
and she whispered to him
Design me with your stories
Paint me with your words
Print on me your glories
Expose me to the world
Let my body be your canvas
my lips your inspiration
Carve you feelings on my skin
And drench me in your deepest sins
Fill me up with each sensation
Sign your name when you are done
So everyone knows your the one
That painted with my heart
and with that blood you made me
your Tragic work of art.~*
could be better.... I'll fix it later
I love how people like to run their mouths and then not even confront me about it. If you think I'm being stupid and making the wrong desicion, great,wonderful. TELL ME and not my ex so he can run his mouth off to me and tell me that I am a fuck up and I'm going to regret this and everyone else thinks the same thing.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT
I'm happy, thats something that I honestly thought would never happen again. I don't know how long its going to take me to be able to completely trust again, these wounds run so deep that I don't know how to make them heal. At least the bleeding has subsided for the most part. Though I still cry at night,I still feel like I want to die. But I now know that things will start to get better and that I DO have something to look forward to. There is actually hope in my furute, some ray of light.
I've been taken advantage of, used,thrown away and abused my whole life. Sometimes I think it will never end, that I and doomed to this on going cycle of giving everything I have to people and being beaten down in return.
I don't want to hurt anymore, Please dont hurt me?
-Kole-