sábado, 15 de agosto de 2015
Mommy Issues
I try to forget
And forgive
But all of that shit
Is still haunting me
I remember when I cried
When I was in pain
When they bruised me
And yet I stayed
I try to forget
And forgive
But she keeps on making
The memory live
domingo, 23 de novembro de 2014
Sober nightmare
I just wanna scream my pain so a the world could hear it.
I'd scream names so everyone would know
What happened to me before
And all the things I could never let go
I wish they'd regret everything they did to me
I wish I'd remember everything I did to them
I can't deal with this pain anymore
Can't deal with this ever again
Why am I depressed?
Everything is in place
Why have I collapsed?
I think I've lost my faith
Where's love
Where's hope
Where's sanity
Depression will choke me
Help
terça-feira, 14 de outubro de 2014
Vent
No one ever told you how beautiful you are. Not even me, I think, when I should have.
Well, you are beautiful and talented. You can do great things and you can be a great person. I was really hoping that you'd be happy, but it doesn't seem like that's what happened.
I hope I never see you again. But I also hope you get better and stop hating me until you understand things a little better. I hope you get better. I hope you get to be happy sometime soon.
sexta-feira, 10 de outubro de 2014
About now
Once upon a time
There was a fucked up girl
Who wanted to taste
Everything in the world
From alcohol to meth
From being alive to being dead
From great memories to regrets
From the future to the past
She was a whore
She was a saint
She was mental
And she was sane
She had 3 boyfriends
The Poet
The Manwhore
And The One
(At least she thought so)
The Poet was crazy
He thought he loved her
He thought she was amazing
Until he ruined her
She got scared
And ran away
Until the next
Stupid boyfriend came
The Manwhore was a trap
She thought she loved him
Until she realized
He was such a twat
He broke her
As bad as The Poet did
She ran away to become
The whore she used to be
And then The One came
Just to mess with her mind
He was just so strange
She thought he was also some lie
Was he trouble?
Was he a mess?
Maybe he was
The best you can get
He smelled like home
He tasted sweet
But most important
He made her scream
He's really nice
She loves him now
We truly hope
He won't break his vows
Never said
I know
The poet still writes a about me
I know
The manwhore still screams my name
I just know
What all the lost souls say
And I'm so sorry
Things ended this way
domingo, 27 de julho de 2014
You could be my drug addict and I could be your Jessica
I don't know what's with you
that makes me feel so young and free.
I wanna be forever with you
Getting high on hydroponic weed
I think it's your badass attitude
Or maybe you unusual sweet soul indeed
It's just something about you
Not even you can see
It's too early to say I love you
But we know I kinda do
And that's quiet ok
Cause I know you'd love me too
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