She was a lonely girl. Her mother didn’t care about her or anyone else for that matter.She was a drug addict and a whore. With what the girl had been through she had started not to care about much in her life.
She didn’t care about her dad. He wasn’t really in the picture. She had lots of friends, but few who actually care about her and her feelings. All they cared about was their image.
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Entries from January 2003 ↓
sui
January 31st, 2003 — death
this is me
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
cirrus
socrates
particle
deciple
hurricane
dolphin
tilip:
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leaving it behind
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
the day youll need me
i might be there
the time that i will need you to
you will not care
embraced grave
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
Memorised the way the light shun on the holiest of graves
Remembered how it felt when you were in me, my raves
Are nothing but a mere murmur through the silenced crows
Works of time and reddened skies, and so it shows
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The Mouse and I
January 31st, 2003 — darkness
On the bed my fear is evolved by the idea of certain death. My mind is racing at a million miles an hour through everything I had ever done. I can’t think of enough things to keep up with it, and there’s too much on it to stop. The night before is a blur. Continue reading →
Satanic?!?
January 31st, 2003 — darkness
Have you ever been called satanist and other words because you prefer dark and sombre colors……well i have and i cant see why people connect goths and satanists….i pretty much piss me off when people comes to you and ask “are you a satanist” and stuff why cant people see the difference
Death Is To Live Again
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
I shed these wings, to let the grace fall from the soul that has died. Leaving only a trace of dismay in the wake of my devastation. I crusify myself upon the every word that you have used to save me. Now I lay my head to rest in the sands of time. Waiting to be reborn, to live again.
Paralizing Love
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
Your eyes are glazed
with hatred and anger
long ago my eyes would be frozen
wit fear and confusion
Now i jus wait
expect it
No Where To Hide
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
There’s no escape
no way out
no help
no hope
of saving me from myself
falling
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
whats wrong with me
this isnt right
i should be happy
but instead i act
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confusion
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
you said you didnt love me
i know that its not true
you cant go on w/out me
or else ur life is blue
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love only lasts forever
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
Love only lasts forever
Everywhere you go
He’s always on your mind
No matter if he shows
Autumn Depression
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
Autumn Depression
October air outside of my filtered vision,
rows of gray stones line the hills,
no matter how far I walk,
I can not leave this prison,
trapped in a cage that was never built.
Little Girl
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
The Little Girl in the corner
Rocking and singing to herself
Ripping the heads of her many dolls
Saving them on a shelf
leaving
January 31st, 2003 — death
She waited for him in the dark night, she loved him. Once again did love prove blind.
A rustling through the stand of nearby trees announced his coming. As always he was pale and beautiful, often she wished she could match his beauty, but satisfied herself with holding him. She brushed his hair from his face as he greeted her with a soft kiss. Hand in hand they walked to a shallow dip in the land, she shivered slightly and he flipped his cloak around her shoulders and held her close against the chill.
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rantings
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
Welcome to my stormy skies
behind the clouds are only lies.
Take a long look in my eyes,
can you see what I disguise?
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photo album
January 31st, 2003 — poetic
I flip through the pages of photographs,
Images that are from the past.
In many I know everyone is unhappy,
And cover their emotions with a mask.
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the reason why
January 30th, 2003 — death
i cant take time to care about life and the shit that comes with it, i have just given up on thinking about life because if you keep on going on about life befor you know you die and thats the end of that story.
Vampire?
January 30th, 2003 — poetic
so where did it all begin
was it at birth
or later
at the first death of love
My little Secret with the Professor!
January 30th, 2003 — erotica
Dear Journal:
I thought i would never write this down, nor less…have an affair on my husband! But i have to tell someone!!
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All Seeing Eyes
January 30th, 2003 — poetic
Eyes that know so much, but tell so little,
Only through deception can we reveal our true selves.
People change, but time remains the same.
The flesh of the unrighteous are the vessels of the soul.
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Innocence Lost
January 30th, 2003 — darkness
The innocence of birth will be corrupted by its life. A child’s mind is theirs alone. The bliss known in childhood is tarnished by the burdens of responsibility. As the seasons come and go, so do our care-free days of the past. Continue reading →
dont know what 2 do nemore
January 30th, 2003 — death
dont know what 2 do
i dont know what 2 do with my life nemore i’m bored with the same old same old i feel so depressed and down i could end it but deep down i think im 2 scared or am i. i dont know i just wanna sleep sleep everything away i could go 2 sleep permanitly by ending it all know.
Never Felt So Lonely.
January 30th, 2003 — darkness
I hate my life at the moment. I know people have worse problems than me, and i know people have less problems. And some people cope better than others. I for one can’t cope well.
Nex Ut Totus Quisnam Penetro Hic, Part 4
January 30th, 2003 — darkness
Amy, David, and Eddy all backed away from Billy and his gun. He was the one thing that separated them from the water and their possible escape.
Family Affairs Chapter 5
January 30th, 2003 — darkness
“Jack? Jack? I’m losing you…”Virginia could get nothing but static and hung up the phone. “Michael, we have to get home. He has the boys.”
darkness
January 30th, 2003 — darkness
I don’t understand the imaginary problems that Westerners create. I am 18 and I know about depression. I have lived long enough to know how depression can drag you down so much you pray to die in your sleep.
Forever Rose
January 30th, 2003 — poetic
Mother Earth is always ever present to provide
She hides this one amongst the many other trees
Each one she has named with qualities as entities
She knows the search needs to be with trials
“Learn that which you need not in life from the other”
Darkness Calling
January 30th, 2003 — poetic
Darkness calling, ranting raving
Flowing blood I have been craving
Soul’s afire, burning, screaming
Figure out life’s endless meaning
Violence
January 30th, 2003 — poetic
The sting of steel and the hiss of the blade is my only home
I watch as my comrades are hacked to pieces and I laugh
I know I will never go down, then, the blade comes for me
And I listen as the blood leaves my body, someone is laughing