Just all my stupid little writings.
life is like track you have to chase your dreams you have to fight for your perfect finish you have to work hard you have to train in life and track you learn from mistakes just keep running just keep moving finish strong live for today there may no tbe...
she was a good girl but it was a huge world she didnt belong in a world with them she thought she belonged with them she became a bad girl terrified of the world she still didnt belong here the outcst doesnt like it here she starts to cry tears of black...
when i grow old many stories will be told to my children's children but the truths will be hidden they will be about a girl who didnt know her place in the world terrified of life words spoken to her cut like knives but she kept on a smile and decided...
sometimes following the crowd is how you get lost thats why i left now that i'm gone you want me back but i'm gone forever you cant change me so you try to hurt me but i keep my head up it gets worst before it gets better i refuse to be a follower of...
Falling Angel my life is a terrying dream without you i cant breath i dont want to be here(not legit in the place i'm at) in a place i live in fear i was always crying while my happiness was dying you were my angel sent from the sky you bring me back...
i'm not a girl i'm not a person i'm not an animal i'm not a criminal i'm not a girl i'm not in this world i'm not a woman i'm not a boy i'm not a toy i'm just me i'm just mya
"outcast- /'out,kast/ noun:a person who has been rejected from society or by a social group. i'm by myself with nobody els no one knows the pain and it drives me insane theres nobody to talk to nobody that can do nobody but you at night i cry and often...
The Loving Dead you make me laugh and cry you are always on my mind i love you more than words can say i think about you all day but then our time together disapeared and now i only wish you were here in my mind i'll never forget you were my best friend...
Alone In A Crowded Room in a crowded room i sit looking directly at the clock wondering if this is it so i stare at the clock with the loudest people behind me with the lodest people in front of me it never gets quiet its everything i see but if there...
whe she cries.. the makeup drips down her eyes and you can can she the truth inside the way you hurt her the way you made her. the reason she fakes happiness the reason she claims she a mess the reason for no self confidence. not even enough to carry...