do you know what im going through? i would of given up anything for you. fucker, now we are done i hate you i hate me i hate the world so im gonna die i know you wont cry fuck you if i could kill you i would instead ill take my own breath flush… Continue reading i hate you
Author: foreverlost8
should i give up?
the world doesnt make sense and it never really will. two yrs ago my mother kicked me out of my house leaving me to live w/ my father. i dont really know why she kicked me out, all of her excuses just sound fake. i know im not the easiest kid to deal with. i… Continue reading should i give up?
already lost yourself
lying on the floor cold darkness is all you see black eyes starring back when they use to be green
till shes gone
he looks at her eyes full of despair he doesnt really care shes just a girl; another toy
her life and death
she never really wanted to be anything special in life. tierra actually kinda liked being ignored by some people. she had the truest friend she could ever find and thats the only friend she really would care about if she lost. tierra ran to ashton with everything she felt and wouldnt tell. tierra was a… Continue reading her life and death
wasnt meant to die
the words appearing upon the screen: “i cut my wrists” detton sits there not knowing what to say. his gf (tierra) he loves more then anything has just confessed one of her darkest secrets to him. why would she do this flashes through his mind. just picturing her sitting with a blade against her wrists,… Continue reading wasnt meant to die
dying together
starring at the mirror. tierra’s piercing eyes appearing black when they are suppose to be green. seeing her scars upon her pale skin. starving her body just to be onsidered “beautiful.” she just wishes that she would be wanted of that she could just die.
deadly wish that came true (pleez respond on what you think)
she wears it everyday. the silver chain around her neck. hanging from the chain a silver fairy graping a bottle. within the bottle dust to make a wish upon. everyday she thinks about pouring out the silver powder to make her one wish…..
cold icy fingers
the whispers of the dead screaming in my head feeling there icy cold fingers upon my arm why do they keep telling me to push down on the knife? i feel the knife cutting deeper in my skin
where do you go….(poem please tell me what you think)
when you don’t know where to go… where do you run? when you don’t know how to feel… how do you love?