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Are you happy, Living in bliss, Pleased with yourself, Without any doubts. Are you not worried When it all ends. Do you have a shoulder, A good friend, Wise and who's older.
She's shy. Teetotal. Not loud, less vocal. I'm bad. I'm tainted. How did you and I get acquainted. I'm vicious. You're nice. You should take your sister's advice. Run now, save yourself.
I like swimming in empty pools. I like speaking with dumb fools. I get off on watching TV shop. I steal chewing gum until I drop. I don't need no damage. At least in this I manage.
It was all about the drama, for it made a pitiful dance. One fallen, rotten apple, took a solitary stance.
It's funny how as we unfold From a tiny little force, We develop our own design, Our own thoughts, our own voice.
I feel like I'm drowning at sea. one wave crashing down onto me. with another yet to come round. water filling my mouth. stopping me from making a sound. this is what it feels. to have such secrecy.
The blank white page was staring at me, Burning a hole into my skin. Begging me to reveal my secrets Of all I've ever been. I took my pencil to the reflective page, And wrote out my full name.
Chain me. Beat me. I have given my self, Wide awake, and dying for you. Sing your stranger's lullaby's, and leave me for dead. Give me a kiss of death, I've had so many.
It's been awhile since we talked, It's just that talking has become hard, Things have changed more than I thought.
I have my hood up even though there's no rain, I don't know why but it seems to hide the pain. I look straight down, not at the sky or ahead. Maybe that will make it all better instead.
You'll never know what I have to say, By the time you do, I'll have faded away. Falling Flying Plunging to foreseen defeat And the unknown thoughts you soon will meet.
From the day you first live It is easy to think That life would forgive That you painted me pink. An innocent child At the age of just two Thaught that life would be mild When you painted it blue.
Warning don't read unless you are over the age of 16. They're supposed to be the best years of your life. Pft. Life. I give up.
Careless summer days, partying 'til dawn. The lawn was freshly cut and we ran cartwheels in the sun. Barefoot on the Tarmac, running reds through the dead of night.
I can't think straight again today. I'm way too tiered to play. Gonna dig myself a shallow grave. Lay me down to dream I'm brave. I can't think straight anymore. I'm way too drunk to explore.
I laughed at him, laughed when he said he was going to do it. That he was finally going to end it, and all I did was laugh. It was funny, hilarious really, he wouldn't do it and I knew it.
It prowls inside of him, Lurking in the darkest places And hunting his heart. Rakes through his stomach And claws up his throat When he thinks he's okay.
Look through the windows, Blocked by countless things. Up there's only clouds, But a storm's gathering. Rivers lead to the sea, The same unwanted place, But no train of mine Knows where to terminate.
I like drinking, drinking's my friend. And maybe one day, it'll be the end of me. And I'm thinking, "maybe that's true" But drinking's a thing, I'm always gonna do. I like drinking, it's pretty cool.
it's raining outside and I have a headache. we were beautiful once and now everything is too loud. the lightbulbs, the snow on the pavement and the looks they give me, everything is screaming.
I want...what do I want. Evil rhetoricals. I want strong arms around me, take away the pain. What a beautiful present, To find half my friends hate me, Guess I'll just have to start again.
Mottled skin, Dark rings around her soft eyes, So much ink, Coverin' up the danger and lies.
Actions cannot be undone, words cannot be unsaid. There is an ineloquence to her silence, it is loud and it is blunt.
When you miss someone, there is always some kind of constant reminder of that one person. It could be an object, or even a action or a smell.