lyneshka
Heey! I'm called lyny. I'm a bit of a tomboy sometimes, but I like being that way. Better than being girly anyway lol. And I hate being called a princess, don't you dare call me a princess! I'm a techno freak lol. I <3 playing PlayStation3 and reading... that's bout it I guess.. / / Some people call me psycho and freak cuz of the way I am, the way I think and the things I've experienced. / / I don't really care what you think of me, if you like me good. If you don't, even better. / / I think of myself as a good friend and nice and sweet. But, I warn you, you dare try to hurt me I can -and will- be your worst nightmare. Don't believe me? Try me. / / I'm like a Fallen Angel, I have a dangerously poisonous side but I also have an innocent, good side. / / I'm most definetily NOT perfect, but you know what? I like being unperfect. I <3 my way of being, even though some don't... / / The piece of advice I give to everyone out there? Be Yourself. Don't go pretending to be someone you're not.
Those petite fingers stroked my hair,
Many skinny, white threads painted my skin.
The cold, rough floor touches my feet when they're bare,
That's the way it's always been.
The clothes put on me came from a child's store,
Ripped off from my body when it's about to be used.
Feeling the darkness being absorbed,
When my self is left, torn, thrown, bruised.
All their eyes are on me, watching, praying.
My hands is moved up, trying to hold on, but,
Another body is attached, gruff hands planted at the sides.
The water washed away the make-up, but not the cut.
What's left to do?
What're they going to think?
Is there something to prove?
Have I said anything?
The pressure is added,
Just as predicted.
The pain is not subsided,
Just as expected.
The thin, white threads loosely fix their grip,
Those petite hands tore away the braids.
Grave, high, dangerous cause to flip.
Eyes shifting slightly, looking away by looking straight.
All their eyes are on me, watching, praying,
A mission was given, the make-up is put on.
The job is completed but the mask is fading,
What's left is not fond, not deep, only unknown.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 4:30 PM UTC
Every time I'm alone, with nothing to do.
All I can think about is you.
I've tried to forget you, erase you from my mind.
But I guess that's kind of impossible, want to know why?
'Cause I really love you, like I love my own self.
But you let me fall down, like a book from your shelf.
I never thought you could ever find someone who in love could be so blind.
But now you've moved on, but I just keep crying on and on.
I know you don't notice me, 'cause I'm buried in my own screams.
Every cut I do on my skin, every blood I let from my wrist drip.
Represents all the pain I've sufffered;
Because of your ignorance, which just leaves me baffled.
I don't want to keep feeling like this, but I guess I fell.
Under your stupidly surprising and breathtaking spell.
Because of your good looks and your incredible charm,
I've left marked most parts of my arm.
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 4:45 PM UTC