puppygurl

your puppet

I Am You puppet. I’m Your Weapon. I’m Your killer. I’m Your murderer. I do what you say, No matter what I Do, I can’t Control myself.

My life Changes Every day. Only to Get worse. THe pain in me, Grows And Grows. Never Ending. Never mercey. Every day is a war. LIfe and Death All around me. Mom Says she hates me. I know it’s true. Because she also hits me. she yells at me. Not once, has she ever said… Continue reading no title

Diffrent

I’m Diffrent. I’m not like you. I hate all off you. All you mother fuckers So pround of your innocince. I’m Forever liveing, Forever Suffering. Wanting to leave. But no way out.

eyes

My eyes look Towards you, Empty and hatefull. You look at me with Questions In your eyes. Eyes Are a window tot he soul. my eyes are hatefull, full of questions, and mystery. Your are so Predictable. I know your moods, And What You’ll Do in your moods. Stuck with you so long. My hate… Continue reading eyes

fight

I Fight. what do I fight for? every thing You can think of. I fight for Life that has lost all meaning, I lost it long ago. I Fight for a prison, you call it a home. I fight For my FReedom, that was taken So many Years ago.

home land

I come from a diffrent world. where rainy dayz are beautifull, where blood runs in the streams, rivers and oceans. where the sun freeze’s your eyes. where the moon burns you, where kiss’s are deadly, and love is posion.

all alone

I look Deep into the stars, I look for you, i can see you, Your the Brightest Star Up there, Shinning Some into my life,, I miss you DAy and Night, Why do I put up this Fight.

today and Forever

I stare at myself in a broken mirror.Sitting alone,lost in a corner,my eyes cast to the floor,nothing else matters,The child in my Has died, My soul has faded, my Heart Has dissaperd.I am now his slave of Death and Destruction.

Nothing Makes Sense.

I don’t know What the Fuck I am Any more, I’m 13, and turning 14, And I’ve already Lost my mind… I’m not a goth, But I get along with them, I don’t Cut my self at all…

he’s an angel, but what am I?

he’s my angel, He my love, he is a person out of my reach, if I ever did reach him, he would die, cause I come from a diffrent world, where rainy dayz are beautifull, where blood runs in the strems, rivers and oceans, where the sun freeze’s your eyes, where the moon burns you,… Continue reading he’s an angel, but what am I?