Together |
Lay next to me,And whisper silently.The feelings we never tell,Ones we found when we first fell.We could share our hearts,And promise never to rip them apart.Love each other,And never another.So lay w... Posted by on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 20:25:00 GMT |
He Doesn't Know/Understand |
He doesnt knowhow much I love himhow much I care about himhow much I love it when he puts his arms around mehow much my heart flutters every time we kisshow I feel weak every time he smiles at mehow h... Posted by on Thu, 02 Feb 2006 17:38:00 GMT |
poem |
I'm an addict...I love pain...I love the near death experience that I have grown accustomed to...I love the way my blood smells as it poor out of my wounds...Who cares though if I die...I surely don't... Posted by on Thu, 29 Dec 2005 00:44:00 GMT |
My Olny Frend |
Friendly bladeSometimes I think you're the only one for meSlice accross my skin dear friendMake me ever so carefreeFriendly blade of mineIs it still my blood you wish to dineFor you are always welcome... Posted by on Mon, 19 Dec 2005 10:44:00 GMT |
Different |
Why am I so different?What did I ever do,To deserve the kind of treatmentThat I receive from you?You were my friendWhen times were blueYou stood by my side Through and throughBut now you've changedYou... Posted by on Mon, 19 Dec 2005 10:37:00 GMT |
poem |
i'm standing here in the darkness of my mind. My heart has become empty of warmth and sucurity that it use to hold. It now feels like minutes are hours and hours are days Its getting so cold I have lo... Posted by on Sat, 17 Dec 2005 22:05:00 GMT |
No 1 Knows |
No one knows how she feelsIt didn't seem all that realThe cuts on her wrist, the pain in her eyes.Did she really want to die?Everything and everybody,They were all liesSomething she kept cooped up ins... Posted by on Sat, 17 Dec 2005 21:52:00 GMT |
poem |
The Sun is Shining, Bright and WarmBut I can't Feel it, Only See itIt's like my Sense of Touch is WornI just Feel Ice, a Cold Wind Whirling in a PitI feel like an Earthquake is shaking my worldTurning... Posted by on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 19:36:00 GMT |
poem |
Don't look in my eyesOr you'll find the truthYou'll see my true feelingsAnd all the proofDon't look in my dresserOr you'll find my secretYou'll find a knifeWith blood beneath itDon't look at my wrists... Posted by on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 19:25:00 GMT |