Worthles piece of shit. nothing matters. No one cares. Hearts are broken. Thats all there is. Pain and defeat. Brutality and dispair. No ones reliable. No one will share. Tatterd and torn. Misused misplaced. The definition of love is set up to waist. No true feelings. No posibility of peace. No strength no muscle, Triumph Replaced. Palms sweat up. Heart starts to race. Body is shaking. Tears down your face. Distruction decay, confusion, dismay, Poison flowing through. No idea what to do. Thoughts all running. Joy all gone. Sadness distrubuted. Body goes weak. Not one breath. not one smile. not one dance. not for a while. Deadly pleasure, painfull dreams, empty hearts Broken seems.
-Amber
someone who wont compleatly fuck me over
music ownes my Face
cut.
my real friends you should know who you are 3