i loved you
for who you are
        and
you hate me
for who she is.....

well
from today on-wards
i'm going to pretend
like i don't care about you
while
the truth is
i really do care.....

DEMONS
DEMONS
I feel like I can hear them
but they are not whispering.
the screams are peircing my ears during the middle of the stone cold night.
their faces are horrific
but they have pretty smiles.
theyre quite big, yet they walk for miles.
I know they walk because im followed everywhere I go.
I act like theyre not there and play pretend.
the funny thing is I used to call these demons friends.

I like to imagine flowers dying.
it explains to me that even if we were all beautiful and perfect, we would still wither and die

short black dress
heels higher than my self esteem
burgandy lipstick
bronzed skin
running mascara
ruined eyeliner
cracked nails......
that turned ugly didnt it.
this is our relationship.
at first it is disguised as beauty and lust
but on the inside it's ugly.
abusive....
shattered mirrors
broken dishes
smeared blood on the floor leading to the bedroom.
no more hiding an ugly face behind a beautiful mask.

passionate kisses
a warm embrace
smooth skin
the touching of the face.
this is now just a **** memory.
but it's as close as ill ever be.
every detail of your face is engraved into my mind.
your full lips
your nice hips
and the smile that never goes away.

i hate you, but yet i love you
you bring me joy, but still fill me with sorrow
your presence brightens my day, but still darkens my sky
i love you more than words can say
you'll always be the highlight of my darkened days.
but when you leave so does the happiness.
the demons start to whisper
the stairs begin to creek
i begin to pop the pills
maybe those will be filled with joy.
the blades start to appear
the blood begins to drip.
maybe this will be my one-way ticket trip.
and always remember, if you don't see me again
you will always be my one true friend

hangman is a game we all used to play
but do we know the real meaning of the game?
some words will hurt
some will be the trigger to the gun
some with be the knot thats tied in the rope
some will be the sharp edge of the blade
and some will be the death of me

"Ouch" I got hurt
Please will you stop,
the stones are hurting me
the pins are pinching me
the road is scratching me
             "Will you please stop"
no you wont because,
you dont consider me living
my tears  are not seen
my pain is immature,

I make you travel all along
from distance to distance
your journey is possible because of me
you drive me recklessly everytime
but
                "It hurts me"

I am your servant
I bow myself to you
but still i feel the pain
i feel the cuts that hurts
                    &
when i break down
when i lost my control
you kick me hard
to make me move,
still you didnt noticed my pain
           "I am hurt again"
but who cares
i m in a journey to go on go
where there is no end.....................

i
just
love
the
way
you
hurt
me....
  -cute crazy-

Looking up in the mirror,
my cheeks look lyk a fresh red plum in shy,
as i see myself through d eyes of urs,

In the troops of million,
i finally saw u,
whn our eyes met,
the whole world bcme still,
evn the sky seemed to be shinning in our love,

Holding the hand,of each other,
seemed we were in the garden of heaven,
lyk prince n princess,walking in garden  laid wid roses & angels showering the rain of roses,
everyone was rejocying in our love,

But u had to go,
everythng vanished ,only tears were left,
sky agn turned grey,
u left me in a hope ,
u will come agn forevr,


I m waiting for the last winter agn..........