The eyes that pierce me, with threats beyond words. I cant help what im going through. I can't have it; no not at all. Can't live without me, but i dont want it inside me. I can't have it... I can't. It's my choice; isn't it? I cry and I cry. But they don't care bout my pain, They care about the cell who cant even ******* breath yet. The cell that can't let me breath yet. The cell that was forced upon me, the cell that hurts me when i even try to think about it. That's the cell they care about.... not me. yours truly, . . .
i wrote this about the women who are being threatened and having there rights taken from them due to these new abortion laws.
They never tell you In the books How weird it is to Be the ****** up one Of your friends They make it sound dark and broody But they never talk about the distance And how no one can relate and all Those awkward pauses and silences That happen when you speak Hey they never tell you in Books and movies That it ******* ***** Being the ****** up friend Bleeding hearts and tragic poetry Have no space In real life And Sometimes late at night you’ll reach For your phone and realize you Have no one to call Cause when you’re the ****** up Friend everyone else sleeps easy And you’re left alone with all your Demons and truths you can’t swallow Hey it’s weird being the ****** up friend
Technology is a speck in my eye that I have to address If I have one more thing to check I’m gonna get upset This speck is growing - it’s causing me undue stress My mind is swirling, but I’m still obsessed
I want to take a break from this mess Social media **** addiction Life is a mirror I’m just a reflection The real I isn’t found in this prism
How many accounts do I need? How many times should I tweet? Why do people not like me or my posts when I post a selfie? How come people don’t comment when I say help me?
Countless minds all kept at bay Wrapped up like gifts on Christmas day Follow me, says Steve – love Technology Just don’t do like I do - because I don’t believe
Buy what I’m selling you, it’s called peace of mind Here, take another hit, it will blow your mind! Jobs is a dealer we’re all buyers But **** it, I’m done feeling so dire!
Stuck in the mire, weird desires I want my mind back - I want to re-acquire it Psychological bullets rain their gunfire I just want to be free – just want to be me
How do I get out of the tech penalty line? Which course should I take which number is mine? Never immune but I want to dance to a different tune So, goodbye tech, goodbye world, goodbye “life”, hello soul!
Left with no suga for lemonade.. You didn't give me any. Its the bed you made.
My suga hidden locked away I always keep plenty. Yet you should've given me some. You didn't give me any. Should things become unraveled undone.
Behaviors.. Like gentle flavors Gifted courtesies. Texting etiquettes. Is like a lumpy preserved sugar cube. Know that rules in texting has its magnitude. Proper mannerisms set for the right attitude. Like sensual videos from youtube.
Proper texting skills. Sets the flow for good word adjectives. If texting don't just walk away.. at least say bye have a good day. You were texting me and simply vanished away. Didn't hear from you till some other day.
No good morning no how are you. No Sorry I hadn't replied back to you. The stems that builds proper relationships. Simple actions that can untie good friendships. Rude mannerisms, actions, bad timing..too many crazy smilies. Too much giving, too much doing, way too many gifs cheezies. Texting at wrongful innappropriate times. Like at the movies or on a date no good signs. Manners gone like public phone booths uneeded dimes.
Your rudeness Your going I can't miss. You have no suga cubes. Just sour lemons.. Easy to dismiss.
You gave me nothing to make lemonade. Can't fix this mess you have made. No suga for lemonade! By selinasharday all rights reserved..3-2018
texting skills learn some.. like if you were on the phone you wouldn't just hang up,, be kind be considerate.
So when I had my old number, I would text myself funny ideas and stuff cuz it was easier than opening a notepad app. Well, I changed numbers, but the process was so ingrained, I'd text that old number and for some reason it really ****** the person off. So I've been texting them like once every two months for the past four or so years the craziest **** I think of when I'm high or drunk and they are like WHO the **** is this!?