

Empty HeartA picture never taken A person never loved Tears that are forsaken No angels up above Eyes to familiar to holding back tears Sliding down a shattered face A mouth that speaks but no one hears Talking to an empty space Never hugged or kissed All alone Never wanted or missed Never even known Empty heart Darkened dreams Black art Full of frightened screams Sliced wrists Loosened rope Hit with fists That shattered all hopeEmpty Heart


A Lonely Place Inside My HeadThere is a place That I dwell I call it my Own living hell It's a place That no one else can see A place That's only meant for meA Lonely Place Inside My Head
And when I'm in this place, Everything is red A whole new world of chaos, The only place I dread
It's made of madness, Pain, and fear It kills all hope Anytime it's near Popping pills, getting high, Trying to forget About everything that I have lost And all the things that I regret
And when I'm in this place, Everything is red A whole new world of tragedy, A


When I Look In The Mirror...When I look in the mirror, I hate what I see I don't know the person Who looks back at me She's a monster, a freak, Pathetic, and weak A selfish, dirty,When I Look In The Mirror...
little whore Who's cheap and tainted
to the core When I look in the mirror, I hate what I see I can't stand the stranger
who looks back at me I see the madness in her eyes, I know the secrets under her skin, I have her scars, I speak her lies, I feel the pain she holds within, I see her blackened, Bloodshot eyes, I hear her desperate
Inner cries, I see the fe


strawberry suicide.“Your kisses taste like strawberries” he tells me. At least that’s what he’s supposed to say. It’s what he says when I’m dreaming late at night all content and what not. Strawberries… they’re his favorite fruit. That’s what I’ve learned after months of stalking, months of wanting. We were made for each other. He thinks so too. At least that’s what he’s supposed to think. Maybe in some alternate reality he does think so. In some alternate reality he loves me and my kisses really do taste like strawberries. Where ever that place is though, it isn’t here. If only that place was here. I drive myself crazy wishing. I wish on the first star every nstrawberry suicide.
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I Carved Your Name In A Bullet So You'd Be The Last Thing Running Through my Mind
Turn Burning nightmares into sodden Dreams. Kiss with open eyes, your only young o
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