Well tell me what you think?


Are you happy now?I'm so sorry everyon I didn't mean to put you through this.Wait, lets rewind a little bit. It all started in 10th grade the cutting, abusing pills. I was litterally the messed up one out of my family. I never knew what normal was not once.Every weekend spent in the er or even the pysch-ward. Same questions over and over why did you do it? Does it make you feel better knowing how hurt you family is? That one always makes me laugh inside. The frist time i turely wanted to die was in the 5th grade. Being bullied didn't bug me till that one waste of a hoilday called valentimes day.I liked this guy named dave. I can remeber it everyone pretendingAre you happy now?
Rain
Paper Cuts
cuts

The CutsOn the wrist On the neck or anywhere on my own im not comiting sucide im not even attempting its just the pain Pain adding up building up forming inside me the ache of this unfit heart broken given smashed freed and the torture cuts adding, mulitiplying even to inflict physical pain to release emotional pain The blood dribbles off flowing carelessly on my clothes or in the air or on the floor drying away a stain of my pain it scars up but the pain inside of me crawls around &nbThe Cuts
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:life is but a dream:
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"This is a terrible world! Why am I here?!"
"For tea parties!!!"
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Superficial...yeah, you're superficial, babe...
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hello~~
o.0
ku bukan orang padang -_-"
ku juga bukan cina >.<"
*sipit dari manany cuba?*
Thanks for +watching me.
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I can has love jrock.
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I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide till it goes away.
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