i guess its been a while
lovin ya all
stephie
brokenm broken no im not alright Broken not strong to fight Never once to cry just smiled and rolled my eyes Denied to you who I was And all I miss is mostly lies What it looks like and soft felt touch Makes me sick seems strange Im not that toughbroken
Mended pieces crack Rewind days play back And Im bleeding in the rain all efforts in vain Denied to me who I was Reflections ashamed and& Im broken no im not alright Some one save me Im too weak to fight
No heroes come And no one knows where theyre from We cry for help and no one hear
emotionless childWhats there to do for the emotionless child not allowed to feel hides all emotion inside What should she do? - cover the scars on her arms Bare the bleeding gashes Wait for the endless pain to subside sit in her pools of glitter red straight face, tears in her eyesemotionless child
Whats there to do while she sits alone stares at the flesh- hates the bones the crimson sores grow- souls decrease
It fails- it falls- it pours of cells - that feed the ones - that make the rules - of how to be - and how to feel
Whats there to do for the emotionless child Scars
pretty marks on my wristsI want to carve the pain into my wrists Take a blade Make it bleed I want it through the skin Pierce the soul and scar my rusted halo Red flows, skin glows As all hope leaves an empty shell To find a place where it won’t be torturedpretty marks on my wrists
I want to leave pretty marks on my wrist Faded lines Tell the time Of when I was wasted Asked for help, wasn’t herd But who cares its over Im leaving this
A sign of death Pretty marks on my wrist
I want to burn for what I have done
Time will tell To go to hell Sins place on
worldNo resentment for a world that never was and never will be anything but a place to die A place to gather sins and failures that takes a child and deceives it TV hatred and life long discracement Alone and corrupted to die in a plain of existence that barely exists All to see…? A god that hats us? Through a plague that’s life and a freedom of death What is the way we must precede? When all paths follow through pain and hate When all paths lead to no wareworld
I can taste life, forever its bitter Voices tell lies
And we let them play Because we cant fight them, too many,
hmmm..
Well hello.
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The Greatest Lovers were Murderers First
im going to make a point of coming on more oftern though, i have a load of stuff to add too, ill do it bit by bit.
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Later
Jamie
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