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Jun 30, 2007 18:20

Confessions from Teenage Waste 6/29/07

Crooked smiles and painted faces
greet her where she goes
craving perfection with her good deeds
doing as she's told
a boy has found his way to her
through a maze of pain
breaten and hurt he still feels love
and teaches her the same
feeling its right with all her heart
but knowing its all wrong
she must leave he has to go
keeping herself strong
the lines they show where she's been
and all she went through
he makes them stop for a little whle
she can't stop for you
teary eyed and breaking apart
he finds her at hte scene
a thousand scars both in and out
he cannot believe
the names of those she loved before
repeated over again
he blocks them out holding her close
convinced its all pretend
her eyes are blind he see's straight through
deep inside the pain
her dark abyss all to real
losing her to there game
covered in badges they'd never seen
she earned along hte way
deserving rewards in small amounts
to keep her death at bay
he tried so hard to keep her safe
she couldn't let him stay
the monsters said no this isn't right
and so she drove him away
a hollow shell in his arms
where her body lays
she fell in love with a sin
this is the price she pays

````I wrote this next one about a drug addict, its not very accurate or realistic, just my perception and my own idea````

Trailing 6/30/07

These trails upon my arms
lead to such cuel places
the holes within my veins
put smiles upon our faces
told that it will kill me
i'll die anyway
heres a price for happiness
i'll pay it everyday
i' mhigh above the rest
with my heart of steal
higher still i'm going
while i inject whats real
ingesting this sweet poisin
mother natures sweetest gift
stingin like a thousand bee's
i can never get enough of this
this venom sends a rush
like ones i've never felt
you say its a problem
i say 'it only helps'
i'll hit it at the park
even on the st reets
in the day while your at work
even when your asleep
times are hard but better now
you'll see soon enough
its not a crime i'm okay
at least til i get caught
i won't reach my 30's
or have that little girl
i'll never have a wife to love
or travel around the world
my jokes can make you smile
but can never make you proud
i have no job not much to lose
i'm just a silly clown
let my death be painful
let it creep in slow
then i'll fly one final time
higher than before

6/30/07 Ever Ready

he'll say one word
you'll bend and snap
touch your hand
youll pull back

storm away in fear
a smile on his face
give him satisfaction
he'll never replace

begging him for mercy
he'll never grant it now
this stupid lie he's created
your still wondering how

always asking why
no one to grant you peace
it's all over he's still there
still he lives at ease
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