i keep going back and forth between how i feel about you. don’t get me wrong – i certainly know that i have have developed strong feelings for you. i’m told it comes off as irrational and ignorant and immature, but i can’t help how i feel and i won’t lie about it. i think
Read more →Rising from the darkness From the days of old. A new sun has risen, A new bell has rung. Mortaring the walls around me Breaking through with blinding consciousness. A bandaged soldier on his march to overcome. Over battered foreign earth On his path To home.
Read more →It’s a long hard road, And there’s bumps and turns. You have to keep an eye out, For potential cuts and burns. All your self-destruction, Isn’t gonna make it here. I’m telling you. The decisions you make, They have to be smart. You can do what you want, But there’s consequences at stake. You’ve played
Read more →Guess what? Don’t think that I am that girl anymore. I’m not the insecure, awkward girl who never knew anything besides the familiarity of her parent’s house and the safety of your arms. I have done a lot of growing up. Let me say, that I don’t need you right now. I am perfectly fine
Read more →And I don’t know what to feel, anymore. And I just felt, what I felt, before. And I just meant, what I meant, before. And I always knew, that you, were a whore. I said what I said, and I meant, no more. You said what you said, you’re a fucking slore. C’mon. C’mon baby,
Read more →I can hear the echoed voices, all around me. I seem to live the loneliness, that you can’t see. Everything that I am, is as good as pyrite. The story is told, in the mystery of that night. A big shot I am, a hard headed beast. Drink after drink, it was a full fledged
Read more →Listen, this house that I am forced to share with you is an OLD ONE. That means, the walls are very thin. I can hear your snoring. I can hear you laugh. I can hear you both when you hack up a lung each morning from your smoking and worst of all… I can hear
Read more →Why is everything in life so damn hard. Nothing in life is ever easy. No matter how amazing something may seem at the time, there’s always something, something bad, that keeps me from the perfect contentness of cloud 9. Then when the bad things seem to turn good, the good things seem to turn bad.
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