Every breath escapes me,
As blood trickles down,
Onto my beautifully hand sewn,
Grade twelve prom gown.
The hate runs through my viens,
The tears fall down my face,
Why was I ever born,
Into this horrid place?
Everything is blurry,
The colors have run away,
Everything is a dying,
Black, white or gray.
They laugh point and kill,
My confidence is low,
Do they not remember,
Everyone needs to grow.
Instead I use my power,
To close and lock the doors,
Then I start a fire,
Healing some of my sores.
The mean ones all locked in there,
With there hundred dollar clothes,
I run and run until I stop,
And then my heartbeat stops
A person in the making,
My how his confidence glows,
Dark brown hair and blue eyes,
And very expensive clothes.
He could be very polular,
But instead he chooses smart,
He's a soft hearted gentleman,
And a responsible boy at heart.
Most of the freinds he has,
Seem to all be girls,
And now is when the labels start,
That twist and bite and curl.
And now he does not understand,
Exactly what he did,
All of these rumours and insults,
He feels like a helpless kid.
He did not want popularity,
Not weed or too many friends,
All he ever wanted,
Was just to fit in.
But enemies helped themselves,
To suddenly ruin his life,
And now he
He told her he would,
She told him she wanted,
A slow song came on,
And she stood and she waited.
When it was over,
He still had not come,
He sat with his friends,
Trying to act dumb.
She sat in the corner crying,
As he laughed and joked,
He left and totally forgot her,
After she had become so stoked.
Year after year she still liked him,
Waiting for her one dance,
But he acted like someone else,
A great guy in a trance.
And now hes back himself again,
And he says yes he will,
For the grad or the next dance,
Just when her heart was almost a kill.
~** Hey Shantel, if you ever actually read this i luv ya, hope it all works ou
We stare around us,
And look through the door,
The door to our freedom,
We sit in the chair,
Electric shock blows up,
Crosses the metal,
The wires and cables,
The bars and chains,
The room lit dimly,
The windows barred shut,
The cement floor smirking,
The tiled roof cracked,
It is now over,
Elelctric punishment,
We now are dead,
Living in spirit,
Going back for revenge,
Shall be short and sweet,
Why do they punish,
For something not done,
They hate and assume,
Stupid Bastards,
Punish for nothing,
Long living on.
The dead always come back, they always live again, in spirit or soul.
They come back.
Sitting down here,
In the low darkness,
Phone in hand,
Talking to him.
Hollers come from above,
Piercing the quite,
Death is coming,
Followed by Prayers.
Suddenly he leaves,
We huddle together,
Worries control us,
Take away from love.
I need him right now,
For comfort throughout,
Make me feel better,
Like he always does.
He says he likes me,
But he's emotionless,
Doesn't show anything,
How will he open up?
I want him to be better,
No more worries,
I want another for comfort,
When will it fit together.
Strong hands,
Stroking my hair, fingers flowing through, satin.
Im lost without you darling,
Come back to me, dont leave.
Silky sheets follow and shape...
Lost... where are you?
His fingertips reveal a sensitive touch,
Smooth silky skin running all over,
Nervous breath surrounds me, heavy panting.
Please stop this pain.
Hit again by reality, the real thing.
Delicate lips,
Softened by kiss,
Can't stop thinking about you... where are you?
I've lost you now, why won't you come back?
I'm sorry, hopeful breathing.
Again, your delicate lips,
I want them, I want you, I'm sorry.
Where are you?
I love you...
I want a new account.
I want a new account because I have so much art in here that I hate.
And that I want to delete.
But it would just take to long.
I might make a new account.
I mean, New year. New account?