writen to read
dead inside
laughing
at my insanity
broke down last night
knife
wiskey
and drugs
overdosed
hospitalized
broke down inside
pain
hate
anger
missory
and now you see what i see
and now i see that you just watch
not doing anything
why cant you help why cant you save my life?
War
My lovely dove
Hold me when the sky turns black,
and the people start to run.
As you and I stay and wait
for owr sure to come demise.
Stay with me,
and you and I will get to see
the life behind the lies.
They told us to run,
but we dont move cause we know theirs no escape.
they called us stupid,
as they walked by.
But they didnt relly care.
Just you and I holding tight,
never letting go,this ending world
is owr last stop today for you and I.
They came with guns,
they said step back.
But we woun't move.
Till they go back
we woun't leave...
Then the people were all gone.
To who knows where
I'ts just you and I,
as the sky starts to flair.
THE BUILDING STARTS TO CRUMBLE..
your under It I'm under you...
You tryed to take cover,
but you pushed me with you.
We died together.
Everyone else died in fear,
we stayed strong and died as one.
A true story from a special person
THE FORGOTTEN CHILD
I am the forgotten child, born this day.
Lost and alone, trying to find my way.
I begged for someone, to hear my plea.
But I lay in silence; no one came to comfort me.
So sweet and innocent, like a newborn dove.
Longing to be held, searching for love.
So sad a fate, no life for a child.
My mother’s tragedy, being raped and defiled.
My mother was someone, she’d been a nurse.
Those torrid memories, had become her curse.
She turned her back, took us to the street.
Turning tricks, and giving into defeat.
A pimp and his drugs, soon came along.
She bought into his story, into his song.
I watched on, as my mother decayed,
Having been torn apart, having been played.
From infancy I knew, a life of abuse and neglect.
I tucked away my feelings, having no self-respect.
I wanted a way out, from this plane of reality.
So I lost myself inside, where I found serenity.
No one tried to help, or came to intervene.
So I carried on, as if living was a dream.
I prayed to God, for my salvation,
From this nightmare, of my soul’s starvation.
My mother’s poor choices, had sealed my fate.
So slowly time passed, finally I turned eight.
The social worker came, she whisked me away.
In foster care I’d find, a permanent place to stay.
But this was untrue, I was told a lie.
From family to family, I was forced to fly.
Seven homes later, adoption was sought.
A change in my life, had finally been wrought.
But this was also a lie, which I quickly did see.
Tossed to the ground, with the waste and debris.
Back to foster care I went, all hope now erased.
A family for me, gone without a trace.
I was so distraught, felt alone and betrayed.
Forced onto drugs, my mind and soul soon decayed.
A mere shadow of myself, now an anorexic waif.
Picking holes in my body, longing to be safe.
I had come full circle, become just like my mother.
My life was stolen, my soul was smothered.
It’s now up to me; should I choose life or death?
My answer is clear, I choose to take another breath.
Please God help me, understand the reasons why?
So I can be free, to fly high and touch the sky.
No longer allowing others, to determine my fate.
Taking care of myself, eating and gaining weight.
A message from heaven, a renewed sense of hope.
I had to try harder, to learn how to feel and cope.
My “forever family” has come, no more must I roam.
I’m the fairy princess, whose castle is now her home.
This is my reality, no longer living life as a dream.
Because living life is better, like eating strawberries with cream.
I’ve learned about loving, taught with kindness and grace
I know true happiness, now that I’ve found my special place.
-the gothic beauty
words from my demon friends
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there were many reasons i never wanted to see you agin.
and mybe if you tried to think why...
you will finaly realize that you falling apart was the least of my worries
well tho you could probily be dead right now for all i know but i the end thats what i hate the most not knowing
i wish there was a way for me to know.
lately thoughts of the past ben haunting me
the pictures in my head. why?