I miss how boys
Wouldn’t like you based
on the size of your body,
But... instead of how fast you could run and how nice you were to their friends.
I miss when cussing, drinking and smoking was weird and not cool...
I miss when getting a high
streak on snap wasn’t a chore
I miss when our parents would support our choices, and would actually understand us.
Shielding our imperfection into a twist
Of concealing veils
As to MR.clowns
HE was long, mis-shapen and forlorn
All his wifes ran away without a smile,
But full of a gaze unhallowed eyes of stone
I might know the ending of my time,
but pity for you is all I’ve got, since I wake knowing that I’m dying, but you wake pretending that your not.
Mama bore a girl with a gun for a year
Teeth dripping lead,
And lips bleeding red,
Lashes curled for war
tongue waxing lyrics
Of both beauty and battles
I have a problem
I don’t know how to fix it.
Life is life but what about risks?
I sometimes want to get hurt or die,
Just to see if they will cry.
If people will care,
or go on with their incomplete lives
or if they will come clean away theirs lies.
To say they’re sorry,
is something I don’t even think they would try.
So what if I died?
would you really care.
The darkest secret
may not be what I hide
so remember this when you look to the sky,
for I love you and I just wanted to say goodbye...
Laughing so hard it hurts,
Climbing into cold sheets,
Finding a new song,
Hitting all the words to a rap,
Swinging on the swing,
If am so smart and gifted with a wonderful mind...
Then why do all the children run away
Why dose the adult whisper
Why dose all the sharp leers feel like a
Is it because of this confusing grimace
Is it because of my flapping hands
Is it because of my indifference shadow
Am truly sorry that is not dark and dull like the others....
But am not sorry that it more colourful and warmer than your beam
Am not sorry for being neat
Am not sorry for being me
Am not sorry for be unique
Am not sorry for being god new creation
Am not sorry that god got bored of the same faces the Same colour the same voice...
Am not sorry if this doesn’t make sense......
She wear black but her mind is colourful
As idiotic humans we ruin everything we touch including each other...
Brave (feminine ending).adj. meaning
Me, jealous of you?
Bless you’re delusional
The darkest night produce the brightest stars...
Why do you get to erase every little trace without my permission