YAP, YAP, I'm Back.its so nice;YAP, YAP, I'm Back.
to have you back; but yet im lead to
believe you never
left me.
i just stepped past the line of no return
and i must say its pretty damn nice .
but if everything is revealed
what would i do ?
lose everything a end up in hell?
i think so.
and now i ask myself,
is it worth it?
hell yes they all scream. and while i start it arrives; i cry and scream, in a haste i spit several secrets and like a flowing river my life drifts away.
DisguiseShe is trapped in this place no where to go she needs out, to live, breath and love but no one will do anything, for fear of penalization, she is damned to rot, die and never be remembered. Swept under the carpet of democracy So scream, i tell her; she has no voice i scream for her, the noise kills babies rapes women and disgraces men the scream of truth.Disguise
Conversations With One's Self'how long' i ask ,Conversations With One's Self
'for what ?' you reply .
'just life' i wonder ,
'not much more .' you tell.
'oh , that alright i guess . . .' i ponder ,
'but no more laughing' you inform.
'or crying ' i add ,
'well lets go shoo our demons then ' you suggest ,
'lets not , they keep me sane' i request .
Flaws of The FlawlessHer flaws are flawless, like nothingFlaws of The Flawless
to ever compare; she doesn't understand
it. Girls gasp greedily as she walks by, Leaving a trail of heaven; nothing
like what she imagines. Her head is
no flaw though, it imagines her greatness and it is the best thing that happened to her but none the less, We call her Flaws of the Flawless.
| thats me. thats me when i write. Im shy, angry, upset, perfectionist, and no longer do i avoid those little secrets in my head. they all come out in my writing, down on paper, for all to see. EDIT : okay well now im blonde, gave up on my glasses and no longer always depressed and angry. Yet when i write, i become that girl again. those dirty little secrets i hide from the light all come out, more than ever because i just pretend they arnt there, rather than crying about them at night. |
oh my goodness.
