little-wing
Australian
Nobody really knows whats going on in the world. / we are led to believe things that are actually lies to make everything seem like its okay. / reality, its bullshit. / live in your own mind. / to be honest, thats the thing that scares me, myself., my mind, the person i've become. / / / / Fucking kill yourself.
dear, the truth is, i really dont give a **** what you think, or say anymore.
i'll swallow my pills and i'll try to be happy.
you used to be the thing that made me happy.
but you were lieing the entire ******* time,
to my face, i was your best friend, behind my back, i was just another try hard **** that you couldnt give two ***** about.
you're calling me hypocritical, but look at yourelf dear, look at what you're doing.
you ate my heart out, whilst i gave you my soul.
you were my everything, my reason to breathe.
but now those memories dont mean **** you ****** up.
you have no idea what those 'friends' ofc yours say behind your twisted back.
i know i'm utterly ******* myself up, but atleast i'm not doing it to impress people.
i have my reasons, things have become more ****** up then you could believe.
so breathe, because thats what you expect us to do.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
slice yourselves open for one another.
cut your necks.
pull yourself.
shouder to shoulder.
you'll both jump.
jump off the bridge and into insanity.
into an abyss of eachother.
tie the rope up to the roof.
step off those stools and watch eachother gasp for air.
watch your necks brake.
******* **** yourselves, be happy.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
I thought about you yesterday.
my thought became completely black, and unpure.
i ******* hate you.
i hate the fact you took my innocence away.
i hate the fact you're all i can think about.
i hate the fact that i still cant sleep because the tears are keeping me awake.
i hate the fact i fell for you.
i hate the fact i loved you so much i would have given you anything and everything.
there was no limits, nothing would stop me from loving you.
but then you broke it, you ******* broke my chest into a million pieces.
i ******* hate everything you are now.
everything you've become.
**** you.
i'm done.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 6:45 PM UTC
Well sir !
Today we have, the usual, suicidal ****** paranoid drug addicts, skitzophrenic ******* that'll slice your neck open in a split second.
All the things you'd find in a mental institution.
Theres no place like home !
Walking these halls in my robe, and slippers.
You see darling, im not insane, they just think i am because well, im all of the above, ahahaha.
I didnt mean to **** that boy.
But ! He did say he loved me.
Who the **** would say that.
Filthy little liars.
He made it so ******* easy though.
But i did mean to **** him.
I didnt.
I did.
I didnt.
I did.
YOU'LL NEVER ******* KNOW.
There was this one day, they locked me up so tight, it left bruises on my ****** skin.
Oh **** !
Shh.
Shh.
Shh.
Do you hear that ?
What did the second one say ?
Well **** you too Elvis !
He wishes.
Ah, ****
Scars are showing again.
Oooh,theres a mirror in this room.
smash.
''Nurse !, Lunas done it again !''
****** Luna they called me in school.
But i killed them too.
Anyway, i sat there with a broken piece of mirror in my hands and carved pretty little pictures into myself.
But, i needed stitches.
Yay the doctor !
He makes me feel good, inside.
Probably because he ***** me so hard it leaves me pleasure until the next time i break a mirror.
He's older.
42 to be exact.
Im 15.
Isnt it cute.
His wife doesnt know.
Or his daughter, i went to school with that dog.
She was the first one i got rid of.
Cheerio.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
He moves so eligantly.
Gentley sliding her blood stained jeans to the floor.
He kisses her so softly, in places boys never kissed her before.
She closes her eyes to hide the fact shes falling, the harder, and the deeper he moves inside her, the harder and deeper she falls.
She hates her body, so she always tells him to switch of the lights.
Its better that way anyway, you can feel every slight brush of skin against another, every grasp seems to be more intence.
Shes waiting, waiting for you to give in.
So as soon as their all finished and done.
She can lay there, and completely hate herself.
Right until you come and hold her so tightly, so its almost as if his arms, make the scars fade away.
Dont leave her, please dont leave her.
She loves you.
Baby please dont go.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 2:18 PM UTC
So i now realise that its 4:03 in the morning, and im not suffering in the slightest.
So many thoughts are racing through my head.
Maybe i shouldnt of drank that much.
Maybe i shouldnt of smoked that ****
Im 15 for christs sakes.
If i was seeing other girls doing this idiotic **** i'd be looking down of them so far, i'd be peering into their souls, and their excuses for doing the inhuman things they do.
I dont have an excuse.
I do things for the hell of it.
Simply because it blocks out all the jocks, indies, nerds, and everyone inbetween.
**** it, i'll run away.
Please run away with me.
**** i must be delusional.
It is 4:10 after all.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
i love you.
i do, really.
i never cheated.
i couldnt.
not to you.
all those rumours.
they're killing me.
im sorry.
im so sorry.
sorry im a little insane.
a little secretive.
im sorry im so confusing.
im sorry im so completely ****** in the head.
i dont tell you most of the things that go on.
especially in my head.
im afraid.
i hope i've made it clear that i completely adore you.
i cant imaagine the rest of my life without you.
im sorry im tieing you down.
im sorry im not good enough.
we both know im not.
im sorry im not pretty, or funny like most of the other girls you could be chasing.
im sorry its me you have to love.
xoxo.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC
alcohol.
saves her, so she thinks.
truth is,
it makes her beat her childern.
throw them up against walls.
spit in their faces.
call them names.
scar their minds forever.
the bruises.
broken ribs.
shes pretty decent most of the time, days and nights.
I hate my mother.
not really, i hate the fact that she drinks.
but its alright, its only sometimes she gets that way.
oh well, two more years and im out of there.
love you mum.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 7:54 PM UTC
i need get out.
im over this.
i cant hadle it.
muted angels.
raging demons.
they've taken over.
i cant control anything anymore.
turning all the good hearts away.
being dragged down.
my souls rotten.
everythings a blur.
im just drifting by.
headphones in, makes everything seem like a movie.
like lifes got a soundtrack.
but its a lie.
everythings a lie.
the smiles, the smirks.
it felt so crystal.
i cant get out.
its consumed me.
those thoughts.
they're becoming reality.
let me out of my head.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
My Madeline, my dear.
Forever was made inn the image of us.
I love you.
Your everything.
Sinners and saints.
Bad and good.
Were leaning more towards the worst side of things.
But it suits us.
We are each other.
Your me and im you.
No plain days.
No bordem.
Nothings ever dull.
But the truth is i hate you.
I hate you so much for being so much better then me.
At everything.
I love it though.
I love the fact i know i'll never live up to ever be as good as you.
I might be telling lies.
But i do love you.
Darling i love you.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC