Everything is drama sometimes
I can't worry about it
I am done listening
I am done pretending to love someone I don't
My life no longer revolves around jerks
I don't need your friendship anymore
I seriously don't care
I won't let you bring me down any lower
Buried in these eyes are tears
Nobody sees
Nobody needs to know
I didn't actually need your kisses or hugs
I managed
My life was too dependent on sharing and bonding
I'd rather walk away and find new friends than try to fix you
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 2:39 AM UTC
I won't stop reading
It's an addiction
I won't stop and I don't plan to
Furtherer and further I see
I passion the passion in my eyes
Cherry coke pouring from my sight
At last, a song to kiss my broken
I can't stop 'til I am happy and free
The sky above me reaching too
I shouldn't want to fly higher
I am not going to be that little girl everyone thought was weak
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
They say it like they know it,
And you've always kept quiet,
But you've got poetry,
Right down to the louve,
It's now just a hall,
In your mind's eye,
To see,
And not like what is there,
The picture in your word blackens,
But it won't let you speak it,
You gave up on being perfect,
A long time ago,
Flowers in a tomb,
Keep watch by Egypt,
Yet you still feel their shadow,
Though their spirits are gone,
If they were real,
They'd leave memories too,
But love only lasts so long,
By a dream like you,
Although your spirits are still here,
And mysteries remain unknown,
You're only seeing your words,
While the earth sees your hope.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Blood gathering on my pad
Like the times with you I'll never get back
Feeling my ****** cramp some
But I guess it's not over yet
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
In the mirrors
We're seen as women
But mirrors don't tell lies
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
Your tears down my cheek
Your heart in my chest
Your eyes for a dream like mine
You're not lying for me
I want to exchange bodies with you
'Cause you know you want to be me
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
Small hands that hold
The gold crayon tightly
Creating silver lined hearts
She'd never been able
To put it into words
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
The knowledge of my sense of what's real
Grew too truthful, too quickly
Now it's changing and
I'm no longer the dream I once was
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
Terminator is such a great
movie. He killed
So many humans!
And even promised them that he'd
return
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
Does this picture make me look like an idiot?
Does this foundation cover enough of my face?
Do these sunglasses hide the flaws behind my eyes?
Do these jeans reveal too much of my slutty body?
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC