"truley" poems
Your heart is like a candle
Slowly I drip in your love.
Your smile is like a fragrance
These butterflies won't stop...
My hands won't stop shakin,
Your eyes make me melt.
Your hair looks amazing
I'm in amazement.
I truley adore you,
I lose myself in that.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
I remember the day my dad left.
He didnt just
Cheat
On my mom
He cheated us too.
2 young daughters,
A son that wasn't his but
We thought he cared for.
A beautiful wife,
Loving,
Caring.
I guess that's what happens
When you're truley not
Enough.
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 9:38 AM UTC
In many travels across this melting *** of a country I have found that every small town has it's own cast of characters every group has the ******* who cant handle
*****
The party girl who gets crying and wishes she could start all over again.
And the one to busy living this life to give a **** about what you think or how your
feeling.
After a couple of weeks it gets to anyone the sense of not belonging.
the constant movement it eats away at you like rot gut whiskey.
Once even though in agony you so joyfully keep pouring down your throat.
And the conversations become the same are we but playing a game
saying whatever it takes to get what we want.
But what is it we truley want?
Comfort of a warm body by are side the feeling of flesh apon flesh.
It has to be more than just *** but out here I belive its to feel
what its like to benormal and for one moment pretend you wont be
walking out that door to chase sun once agian.
Living like a pirate apon the land.
Not matter her body's warmth when you leave you never havea chance to
know the bad or the reallity of people.
thats why im forever a tourist.
Jan 20, 2010
Jan 20, 2010 at 4:34 AM UTC
We're stuck within these bodies that we're dying to change
We are ashamed because we want to be different
Modified.
We cannot escape being called by "her" or "him"
It may not seem like much, but titles matter,
As do appearances.
"I want to be this", I say
"But you're not that." Society barks
That.
We crave to be that,
The opposite of "who we are"
We're stuck, truley
We feel as if we can't escape this, containment,
This restriction,
This prohibition.
That defines us.
We didn't choose to be WHO we are,
We didn't get a choice to become WHAT we are.
I am a "he".
I am a "her".
We are confined to be one gender, "ourselves"
How can we be ourselves if our looks are so decieving?
Are we not judged by our outskirts?
I want to be "that", On the outside
I already am, on the inside
Though, I'm jammed,
Wedged,
Lodged,
Embedded,
Fixed.
We linger in these false corpses
They burn at our courage and tear at our hearts
They puncture and pierce and leave scars and bruises in our souls
Because we cannot run from ourselves.
When society is against us
We remain still
Immovable
What can we do if our skin is a lie?
I am a "he" on the inside, a "she" on the outside
I am a "she" on the inside, a "he" on the outside
I can't escape alone.
I think I'm trapped
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
These tan lines remind me of
a time when I was truley happy.
Not long ago
I was with you.
My sunray - the only one
that I don't despise,
could never block out.
These tan lines remind me of
you and I.
Misplaced.
A bit uneven.
But they will stay there
as long as my sun ray
continues to shine.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
The darkness can embrace the page a silk sheet of verbal perfection .
Empty streets and bars cast shadows that cling in mind like some ship long sailed from port.
Why must they see the end and never fight it's truth ?
We find so little compassion a snow storms emotion has left this summer night
vacant as the motels sign.
Drift for a second with me and i'll show you nothing but flawed perfection in return.
Cats in the garbage winos hold court in the parks distant to the .
The child never should know.
Poets speak in smoke filled rooms of nothing more than a broken souls frustration and second
avenue's false shine a glass charm and a freakshow diamond the ***** a true friend in
times all to often I need.
Whats your sport the streetwalker asks me in such a pure jaded sense.
wash me pilot hands are clean but thoughts seem to stain walls of the union mission
I love its true sense of decay .
Jack are you still on the road or just lost in big Sur?
Bob can they ever decode the message or just set free in the paint you cast as words?
Poets fools profits and second street saints I feel comfort in madness for
sanity's annoying plea just takes up my time.
Are we nothing more than junkies?
Slave to page and the veiw's no matter how blind they may be.
A drunkard , A clown, And a welcome stranger in many a lost souls view.
Charles I can understand your humor in the utter sense of ***** it all and the crued beauthy i reconize so very well.
And a whiskey laced brother kindred spirts seem to go better with southern bourban to
wash it all down.
Now sweetheart im not saying im any good but im always a goodtime.
We have to be ******** to be anything at all.
They all knew as so do I.
Heros gone were never heros at all.
Im the last of my kind hundred proof deadly with a **** eating grin.
Only through others eyes are we truely seen .
So I ask how's your view?
Admire many only to realize your lost in ego's storm.
Few understand and even less care.
Im always here till im truley gone.
Stay crazy friends and remember it's not to be admired.
For heros always must fall.
A breeze in the summers burning heat like many others.
I'll only leave a soon to be taken vacant seat.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 3:24 PM UTC
I had locked away my true thoughts and muzzled my true voice
for far to long.
Was it a character i desired to be?
Were my words to be but a joke to break the awkward silence?
When you start to be social only to lock yourself up
to exist with your demons your becoming a dangerous
person to yourself.
My work once flowed now it sits half finished great starts
stalled endings.
My skills were learned from not the comic arena
and i could imagine my journalist friends laughter mocking
me even now.
He's slipped finally lost in cheap jokes gone from
anything that speak's of his true voice.
The people didnt thirst to know John.
for my well penned alter ego was the one they all knew and so blindly
misunderstood.
Old friends check in.
Messages on my phone i'd sooner erase than
respond to.
Had I slipped in some form of insanity?
Embracing dellusion to mask my failures in life?
I was a writer ,A troublemaker and owner of laughs.
A good time for many yet emptyness was my reallity.
As from the TV screen reflected change and madness.
For crazy is a close friend of chaos.
I got in the game to make a mark but what was the price?
A destroyed marriage a relationship heading into
the very same direction.
What had I become but some twisted monster
and tormented soul.
A sad afterthought to a sick joke.
Deppresion can make us into something no mirror can truely
reflect.
The chamber stayed loaded the glass my curse
seldom these days full.
And what she wanted I could never give like sunsets
red cast gold flaked embrace i was a moment.
And moment's can't forever last.
No child should know a madman's life.
And a selfish bastard I knew was my role.
Empty streets and smokey old bars were my path
and what to anyone could i truley give?
Pain was the fuel hours my sea to sail alone.
The chamber was full but soon one would
be missing.
A tale cant be read untill it's finshed.
We are but moments.
And moments can't last forever.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 10:32 AM UTC
If drinking were a sport.
I think Id take the gold.
Even without your support.
But if it there were such a whiskey laced dream.
I think id have to start my own drinking team.
You know in wine.
We could clean house.
With Baths everytime.
For the wild turkey relay yours truley Gary and Jack
would hold it down.
Make the whole team hello including Elliot frown.
Chris can drink his weight in Guinness.
and so easily win us a god medal for sure.
Who need rehab were in trainning no problem to cure.
All the rest of the HP family will hang there head in
shame.
Cause when it cause when it comes to beer pong
weve never lost a single game.
Thank God for Paula. and Kerry cause sombobodys
gotta stay sober to remember the story.
And we always got Golden to write about are glory.
And amoungst are group Danny is the youngest in
are humble dive.
Even if he doesnt have a license .
Id rather let him than my drunk *** drive.
In the showcase are medals shall gleam.
Do you think your liver could handle.
Being part ofthe pubs drinking team
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 5:50 PM UTC
I don't know how to start this conversation.
But i have to say all of this at once.
I may have to take breaks because im crying.
But ive been writing this for weeks trying.
But i want you to know no matter what i will always be here as your best friend as your person.
Now what im about to say maybe kinda shocking.
But its how i feel.
The only way i know how to put it is
"i love you. "
I love that you are best friend.
I love that i can run to you any time.
I can be my true crackhead, annoying, dumb self. I love that you have this cute obsession with blankets, they have pockets as you would say.
I love the way you take a **** hit.
How i can see the muscles in your neck when you do it.
I love that you always twirl your hair when im driving in my car or when you are bored.
i love your passion and drive when you truley want something.
I love you.
Now i know you that you already know that.
But im in love with you.
Every part of you.
Your crazy side, your talented side, your funny side, your high side and your low side.
You're the only person i really feel like talking to. The only person i really want to spend time with. You make me laugh like nobody else.
I can speak my mind too you no matter how random and stupid it is.
But you're the only person i would look for in a crowded room.
The only person i see is you.
You could do the smallest thing and it melts my heart.
The way you smilies while looking at a dog, or when you start pouring your heart out in a song. Or when you have to spend 15 minutes perhaping the bed before you can even think about going to bed.
I am chasing other people and trying to distract myself from the attraction to you and the fact that you are so deeply love with my other best friend.
And im happy that you are in love him. I couldn't choose a better person.
I will never ever put you in the position where you have to choice.
Ever.
I will not ever try to pull anything.
I will never put you in the place where you cheat.
I have to much respect to you as my best friend and to dylan.
I know that this is not a mutual feeling.
But i needed to tell you.
By allowing myself to tell you how i really feel this will allow me to move on from the feelings. They will fade unless they are acted apon.
And i will never act on them them unless that's where we are.
But i will still be your best friend.
In the near future I may get sad sometimes but it will pass.
I don't want to loose you or can really stand too.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 1:52 AM UTC
The night always falls a sweet embrace to the citys bitter reallty.
And I it's ever pressent *** a nothing in a sea of so called movers and shakers.
I saw them all rise and in that growth I also saw that which made them special turn to the worst of the mundane .
A sort of flawed perfection.
Now just a run of the mill joke.
Anyone can be good show me depth and most will just ask how much does that truely cost?
Take my traggic ending make it something in a empty lie to suit your dreams .
I still preffer my nightmares reprise.
Am I not the artist but have I killed the clown to give all till all is what none did ever require?
Please find comfort in a happiness I myself could never grasp.
And ignore bitter tears drown in many rivers yet to embrace the flood
and a pressent future.
I preffer a bloodstained past broken hearts existance.
What is left still ***** with even my own thoughts.
You should have stopped while your ahead my boy **** how I hate advice.
Maybe im a reject of a long gone feeling we no longer share.
Maybe I simply stopped giving a **** altogather.
Heres the punchline Ive lost it friends lets drink to a sunset and a passing tide.
Whats left is a chaos inspired novel and a unending addiction i can no longer control.
Maybe a it's hell but what a night we shared time's a ***** who's dance cards often full.
Laughter covers the uneasy feelings I view in the readers mind.
Watch with fire for certain its burn we know when we have played.
But yet another night closes and im just another lost whisper of a forgotten conversation.
dont darken my grave if you've never stood at my door.
We all saw the truth just some choose to ignore its end.
And others never gave a dam to begin with.
One day we'll all understand the street lights fade and the silence
does erase us all.
Sunrise I care less to greet your return as i truley linger to embrace your fade.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
this moment music plays
this moment we dance
this moment you whisper lyrics in my ear
this moment i feel happieness explode within me
this moment a stone lodges its way into my throat
this moment a warm tear forms in the corner of my eye
this moment we both know we will never be excepted
this moment we will always have
this moment when everything in the world is good
this moment when societies opinion doesnt matter
this moment when eachother is all we have
this moment when we both know how the other feels
this moment when i realise ill never truley be over you
this moment when i realise you are the reason i live the reason i get up in the morning
this moment when i realise we can never truley be together and never truley be with one another forever.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 10:33 AM UTC
I just don't understand,
Just as I was starting to be 'Okay',
Happiness is pulled from me,
I'm not meant to feel this way.
I've started to move on,
I've met someone new,
She hasn't replaced,
Just stops me thinking of you.
I'm not saying we're together,
But she makes me forget the pain,
Hopefully, things keep going well,
And my heart beats again.
But as of now,
I wait with a needle and thread,
To sow my heart back together,
And lock up the pain it once bled.
**** you for the pain you've inflicted,
I don't think you know what you've done,
But no matter what has been,
I still truley believe you're the one.
I hate you,
I love you more,
Even though you stabbed,
And threw my heart on the floor.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 3:46 PM UTC
i sit alone
the empty room
dark and deserted
no one to see
no one to hear
all is lost
nothing is to be found
my only friend
my thoughts
but what i truley fear
is all thats to be said
by the mind left alone
a noise is heard
the next room another is found
sitting alone
just like i
scared of the darkness
i realize im not alone
for all those who are the same
we are together
we are one
we are Among the Unknown
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 10:30 AM UTC
From behind the bar I recall what led me here.
Not to see people fight over spots on a board.
But to bring them togather as friends.
Not drive them apart as enimies.
To see the glass stay full.
And the spirts to bring cheer.
Jokes hold truth.
As the jester I know pain.
Smells of perfume and smoke beautiful eye's
and that invisable desire.
We dance in hope of capturing life.
To embrace in darkness.
The page can never capture the passion
of two lovers spark.
From behind the bar I see life
for more than what others belive it is.
Jokes comfort as the flirt kisses the ego.
Napkins written with numbers passed encounters
promised.
Some never to know the light of day.
Hungover friends gather whiskey laced
plessures with a tinge of regret.
But life is one play my friends that no
single act shall we froget.
The drink sit's neat apon the bar.
You can see blindley for years.
And never know who people truley are.
Drinks as people dont last long.
They gleam the same under neon light.
So friends always mix them strong.
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:58 PM UTC
For once I did see this lady of the mist for she knows not were she belongs with her soul a drift she searches for a place to call home.
Her hair is that of embers in loves fire for this red of reds turns on your hearts desires .
As you look deep into her eyes of green you will feel your heart as upon eagles wings it shall take you higher an higher.
With Her soft pale skin she is truley a work of art within a mans desire.
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 10:20 PM UTC
Why be me?
Why be the victum as you call me?
Why try to still get you to see me.
You never will in the state you are in..cold dark place surrounded by your minions that whorship you for they get to bask in your good side..
Its all i ever all i ever wanted and you took it away..
You tell me im heartless and cold yet you dont see me crying for you daily cause the man i fight for loved me so much he would have never spooke the words to me you have over and over..
You got what you broke my heart for..your freedom your choice to do as you please..no respondablities for anyone but you..yet you choose the hard path and ill forever be blamed for it..
I still fight evertime we talk for you to see me and you call me heartless because i point out the facts..
You call me cold when i speak the way you do to people.
Im mean when i dont hide the way i feel..
The fact that you do not see me for the woman that i truley am shows me things that i didnt want to face..
Im not heartless im the oppsite i have too much heart for you i care too much and its comes out in a way u cant handle.Im cold cause words never let you see how much my hands are shaking and my tears are blinding me you forgot who i am..as i forgot who you are cause the man i love so deeply would have never let me think the worst of him and be okay with it..the man i put up so high on a mountain to admire would have never thought of touching another woman before me...never talked to me the way you do as if me of all people were out to get you..
The man i love would have never left me alone scared of the world knowing im scared of the dark..but you did for your chance of having freedom and many woman to make himself feel bigger..when all he had to do was look deep in my eyes to know i thought he ruled the world..he was my everything and it wasnt enough..now im punsihed daily when im me or i get too emonational because it causes him pain and i become the cruel one for being me..its best i know to step away from him but my heart still beats beside him and i feel empty..
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 3:32 PM UTC
The summers love was a harsh winters heartbreak as
the rain came crashing down as I watched thoose tail light's fade.
No words reflect the pain that as men were told to ignore.
The lable faded as the feelings inside.
It was gone without reason.
Making as much sense as it's start.
A funeral for one spiders create the webs
casting shadows apon the sun.
The void filled with pain addictions touch where you never did.
Empty as two in heart.
A losser in grace shakes in the open.
Only to display my weakness in utter isolation.
Outside the storm builds pushing others away.
Jokes fill conversation.
Laughs keep away the worried looks.
Wasted I feel the warmth of happiness thats so
far from all im not.
Lines leading down a road apon a mirror
I close my eyes only to imagine how it does reflect.
Her body warm.
her eyes as vacant as the room in which i exist.
Taking comfort in a action losing all with sweet release.
Fire cant exist in icy water's of a fractured soul.
The moment was a series of traggic events
that forges a mind twisted like steel
Death was a wish when you can no longer taste life.
The addicts logic can never overpower the junkies mind.
Roads that seem distant are only seconds away.
That person a stranger whos return.
Is a threat and Id welcome his destructive return.
In the fog you feel nothing.
As the lost never seem to understand.
I know the secrets to the citys slum.
A blood spattred canvas of eternal blue.
Dim lit nightmares a yerning for a end to
a favorite memory that never was you.
I see the world so traggic tainted
underneath dark glasses so very clear.
A drifted soul is but a leaf apon the ocean.
Driven by winds heading somewhere with no direction.
Just one of the many nights outcast.
Many truths no the power of a lie.
Sunrise comes to fast and the bottle
wont be a lasting friend.
In thoose moments alone we see how togather
we truley never are.
Hold your secrets close as lovers.
tangled and so perfectly ******* up as yourself.
And wake in the bliss of are addictions
Love the flaws and forget the dreams from which
we soon wake.
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 5:07 PM UTC
When you know the answer then why wait for the question?
maybe it was just to make her squirm in that last sense of right I knew all that was wrong.
She knew it would hurt and so she avoidng the words.
Hiding her own happiness to allow me my dellusion tinged misery.
At the table the candle slowley burned casting a glow only
causing the shadows to stir.
We spoke more in silence than in words.
My male ego feuding with itself.
Yerning to cause the pain that was already
eating at me secrets burn a hole in the rational mind.
You ***** I imagined yelling causing only me to appear more of a fool than I already was.
But the silence said it all.
Sliding the drink aside looking into the eyes i could never truley understand.
And in my loss i saw the beauthy and saw her emptyness
with me she would only know.
the moonlight reflected apon the water is but a reflection
of what we need only look up to see.
It takes love to say goodbye.
as outside in the nights air we needed that last embrace to
remind us of the emptyness that we shared.
Into her eyes I gazed as within her soul I spoke.
No false hope tasted within that kiss.
As paths part life does change and the chapter is closed.
The happy lie tempted my heart as she vanished into
her life.
Perfume cast her scent as the pen kissed the page.
the ghost's off memory haunt me eternal.
But never was is my life.
As my love yerns more for what her's could be.
The darkness my home always tempted with the
promise of light.
Closed is that fragment of heart.
As the candle's apon the table slowley kissed the darkness
as trail's of smoke trace the scene.
I knew it was over befor she spoke the final words.
But no matter the experience nothing.
Prepares you for the hell of waiting for goodbye.
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
A note slid underneath my door.
How marks on a page can crush the heart worse than
steel breaks the bone.
The oceans tide has come to take me away.
I dove twice as deep.
In laughter apon the first.
In regret of that which I could not grasp.
Glimmers of light lost in the waters depth cast
so far away.
Missed lines the old sometime must think young.
I found hope on nothing's promised embrace.
A ring of lies one moment of truth.
Remember me for times I can no longer attend.
Troubles untold sometimes outside is easier than
A insiders view.
The cards werent right and thoose at the table
knew a jokers laugh was a far off cry.
No words can be spoken in the emptyness
of loss for which there is no return.
A shore apart a heart jaded but always true.
no blame is to be placed for a road must surely
one day end.
The words read last a souls release.
The tide must always kiss the sea.
A city of emptyness reflects all that is left
inside of me.
Stay as was my plea.
Crazy how could anyone truley know the madness
that is seldom understood by even me.
Words apon a page ive traded ink for life blood
of my soul.
I left the note unread.
As spiders cast webs woven of time.
Cold as the peace final rest to torment.
That is the barbwire within my head.
It was time for a much overdue rest.
A co writter in life is better than apon the page.
Niether is my path no hope as the clock
points to a dark hour shadows have returned to stay.
Heaven was mine for a moment.
Hell is more my style I guess.
As in stories and legends im already on my
way.
Voices all speak within there own key.
Torment, addiction and isolation.
Are all thats left of me.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 10:48 AM UTC
Sweet darlin known only to me.
You hide in the shadows.
And dance on empty floors so others will not see.
You hang onto words empty as your heart.
And cast aside all who care.
For there is no heartbreak if you never start.
You wrap yourself in lies and so freely twirl.
I wonder does anyone ever truley see.
My invisable girl.
once she was there only to vanish a little at a time.
I new the person.
More than a simple ryhme.
We loved and lost.
Shared a pain and suffred the cost.
As we live more like ghosts in a empty shell.
I wonder In your isolation.
I pitty whomever thoose secrets you tell.
Like a old cat beside a fire into a emotional ball you do
curl.
I wonder if ever you will return my invisable girl
Nov 20, 2009
Nov 20, 2009 at 1:35 AM UTC
You leave the option in a space now empty
from your actions.
Traggic play acted bad.
Smiles from the guilt forbidden was the illusion no other truley
ever had.
In those confines I speak without words tears
in silence fill this void.
Am i your wepon a vice or but a pawn in
a soon forgotten game?
Inside the storm is kept.
Outside the lie is shown in mild hope
you'll never see.
I am but spoiled earth.
Nothing more to see.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 5:29 PM UTC
There might be some
Think back
You were not kind to
Possibly a fact
You may not have noticed
At that time
You were being a bully
Truley unkind
I have been on the other end
Ridiculed in school
For not being the same
They saw me as uncool
I was the bookworm
Who sat under the tree
In the park
The person you didn't see
The child whom had no voice
Who you thought dumb
I did that out of choice
To be the only one
In a world where differant was wierd
Or thought odd
I just took it in
Then wrote what I saw
Don't be that person
The one afraid of change
The bully.. Be the friend
We are all the same
We might surprise you
You will see
Some become presedants, or council
Some are set free
I am and choose my destiny
My path is set
I am free from guilt and regret
That is me
So I was the nerd.. Not the bully
My arm extends
I will set you free
To all become friends
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
I stopped breathing, the feeling that was there is gone now, gone as it has left forever. It will never return for it is now lost forever. This deep loss of feeling has made it imposible to be myself anymore. I take a breath but what does it matter. I have lost all sense of being here. I could move on couldn't I? But these feelings don't stop do they. Making others happy is what I was meant here for I have failed to do what my job in life is in all aspects. It's all I live for and I failed. Birds are happy in spring why can't I be a bird and fly away when everything turns cold. I'm torn for what I should do or what this body is telling me to. What is love anyway? I never understood it, never got the concept of what this some sort of torture would be like. Your love is what made me breath. The heart within my chest skipped beats as you danced through my head. My body was so used to this unbelievable rhythm. The thoughts you could only imagine. Now its over , and i'm not breathing again for my heart has been smashed into two. I'm not bitter anymore for the fact that you're happy and maybe you found love again. But feelings never truley go away do they. Birds they leave when the months approach cold ones. Maybe this could just be our fall and after a winter. But after the storm maybe you could love me again. Maybe when spring approached, when the birds are happy you and I could be happy again. I don't know anymore for my thoughts make no sense. Thoughts race through my head maybe you'll know that one day. That I have never stopped loving you. But I guess its time to move on.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:44 AM UTC
Deep in the woods we did gather.
Shared madness in a brothers confession.
Speaking underneath the stars of past failures and present
problems.
Towards the bottom of the jar and nearest to the flame.
Time cast a vision of nothing to remain.
You can experience a life and never truley live.
Poets unknown even to themselves gather around this fire
Truth's of lies vanish with the embers into a cold winters night.
Stories of women false yet a pain in a watercolors thought.
The jar glows to the edge is where you must find a beginning
at times my friend.
In the darkness shadows cast alone shared by fires light.
Hours are lost but we gain the moments and forget the
regrets in a ******* up place we find more solice
than any preacher could understand.
Life is a trainwrecks call on a dying wind.
The jar almost empty burning in thought.
The woods a church of life the fire's warmth the blood 0f
night.
In a place I seldom understand yet often recall.
Togather we understand.
The true emptyness of it all.
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 11:52 PM UTC
Be thinner be smarter
Be the perfect daughter
Smile and laugh
Such a piece trash
Just agree
Give in to their lying
Your hopeless, but dont stop trying
No one truley cares
Don't ignore the stares
Stop holding teddy bears
Run your fingers through your hair
Your an adult now
Fix your self up now.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC