| My pomes are sad, i wrote this during my social studies class |
How do you feel?You say you hurt when i hurtHow do you feel?
You say you cry when i cry
You say you smile when i smile
You say a lot
You say too much
What is wrong with the turth?
Why do you lie?
You're clearly wish to hurt me
When a blade pierce my skin How do you feel that?
When I puke,
to reach my unrealistic goal of self-image How do you feel that?
Are we even right for each other I do not feel good or bad or sad or mad when you feel that way
Are we right fo
The ReasonYou named me the reasons You went to her.The Reason
My family was not normal you think that is wrong but i did not chose them and i love them no matter what
My friends: didn't approve you and you wanted me to make new ones but they are my friends and i no longer care for what you think
My Problems: you thought it was wrong thought i was crazed and i might have been but it started when you and i became a item when you talked to those twigs and i thought you were going to break up with me because of my weight so i s
o gentle nightO Gentle Night Why Doo gentle night
I Live? among these people who do not
care for me.
You bring me slince day brings me noise you hold me
in your calm darkness Day brings me a tumbling journey.
The people of the day hate me and among them
are those who lie
Eye who linger onto me with judegment
upon their thoughts
O faithful night o glourios night O gentle night do you belive in the world?
| My pomes are sad, i wrote this during my social studies class |
My Bulimia loveStruggling with thought and disgust for you, I vomit memories and hopes of this love true.My Bulimia love
Bending over slowly, pulling back hair, past wishes giggle as I remain tender, bare.
Hoping to get rid of a heart blackened by the past, I discard what is yours as hurt stares with hunger vast.
All goes but love, nauseated by laughter I remember you and begin to throw up faster.
Dreaming you gone, I give you what's yours; a bruise- bolus heart and bleeding expenditures.
As I lie down and forget pain that's taken place, I repress tears of joy and wipe fro
Free Water| I am a wannabe painter I play the paino (poorly) I love Jane Austen novels My guilty pleasure is jappness suspense movies with subtitles. I hate people who say they have a eating disorder and don't. I also hate familes who do not let their child go vegitarian (It's so wrong) and i love trance/alternitve music...and anything else (Except rap) |
Oppsy
Depressed
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Stock account: ~Simplicity-Stock
This shade of ordinary burns my eyes
simplicity, i despise
in simplicity i'm disguised.
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xoxo
usha
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Let me decide... give me the chance.
My stock account [link]
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xoxo
usha
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xoxo
usha
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