The Confessions of a Teenaged Addict. |
These addictions keep me sane. These addictions take away pain.Judge me however you see fit honestly I couldn't give a shit. Just don't take away these things that help me escape the cold reality we c...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 17:30:00 GMT |
WHY. |
Why do we miss people that don't miss us back? Why do we care for people that don't care for us? How come when you feel that everything's perfect, it all goes to flames. How is it that someone can jus...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 08:30:00 GMT |
For A Pessimist Im Pretty Optimistic |
Just talk yourself upAnd tear yourself downYou ripped through one wallNow find your way aroundSo what's the problem?You've got a lot of nerve
What'd you think I would say?You can't run away, you can't...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 03:41:00 GMT |
Your eyes. |
Your eye's were warm, but yet cold. So beautiful that when you looked at me I couldn't help but stare. Sometimes I wouldn't know what to say or do, or feel. Couldn't breathe, ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 01:42:00 GMT |
The feelings of me. |
The Feelings Of Me.
Some are cold, some are numb.
Some are fuzzy, some are warm.
They burn into my soul, burn into my heart.
They sometimes make me crazy, sometimes make me itch.
They even sometimes...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 22:43:00 GMT |
