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It's funny how you lie,
when I already know the truth.
It's funny how you fake smiles,
when you know I see right through.
It's funny how you say you'll always be there for me,
and abandon me when I'm in pain.
It's funny how you think it's all just a game,
when I'm hurting deep inside,
and I need someone to blame.
It's funny how you think I'm happy,
when my soul feels like it's being ripped
right out of my very body.
Day after day,
I cry myself to sleep.
Night after night,
I feel the pain and I weep.
Week after week,
I find it harder to hold on.
Fight after fight,
I need someone to help me stay strong.
Yet I'm alone,
forever falling into pits of black.
With nothing but darkness ahead of me.
I can't see,
I need someone to guide me.
Back into the light,
where everything's okay.
I need someone to support me,
and every choice I make.
Is that to hard to find?
Someone I could trust?
Someone who is kind?
Someone who could help me through,
anything I put to mind?
You were not one of those people,
I was a fool to think so.
After all this time,
why would you do this to me now?
After all we've been through,
since the very start.
After all we've lived through,
in mind and in heart.
I need to forget,
you made it look so easy.
I wish I could forget like you.
I copy and pasted it. x3
@Mandy Okie. x3
I like it. :3
Teresa: Thank you, I wrote in class at the end of the day, and barely edited it. So that's why it doesn't really flow. I was just pissed. >.>
I'm in another tab searching for it. x3
FOUND IT. :D
Le first poem: Broken, I think. x3
Very true, and good. Blown my mind.
@Mandy I don't edit any of my poems. x3
I also don't memorize which poems be which. 3:3 Oh well. Thanks for the compliment. :)
I read the rest. Beautiful, sis.
Is it bad that I got mad at a kid in my class because he was reading one of my poems over my shoulder in class?
Nope, not at all. I got pissed off because I went to help my buddy with a math problem when we had a substitute and these guys started snooping through my stuff and found my novel.
No problem. :D
-_-" I hate it when people look through my stuff without asking me. I usually just hide my poems in my locker, and go the the bathroom at lunch if I need to write. The bathroom is becoming a place to go for a lot of things now for me.
Same. :/ I spend most lunches in there because I feel unwanted and Grace is replacing me with a racist bitch. -_-
well fire that was........interesting. do you truly feel this? oh and my friend doc breen is gonna make somtin like that.
@Awe Where did you come from?! O_O
When I get home, my wife always pretends to be dead.
What makes it happen ?
When I got home, she was lying down on the entrance.
At the beginning, I was surprised. But it was continued everyday, I got used to it, and became ignoring her with saying Hey, wake up.
Then, blood was coming out of her mouth in next day.
One week after, she was wearing blood-soaked shirt.
I dont know if she is lately running out of ideas or getting crazy.
But, one day, an arrow was piercing her head. The other day, she was putting a plastic bag on her head (it was apparently waving with her breath).
She was wearing a military dress and had an honorable death in battle with holding a gun yesterday.
Of course, I always go past her.
What she wants me to do ?
Where is she going?
I havent got a clue. Please tell me why.
One day, she was fixing supper with leaving an arrow piercing her head
Awesome: Yes, it do truly feel this. This is based on something that was going on, so I was feeling it at the time. I still kinda do, it's more numb now, though.
Teresa: I need to go give Grace a slap in the face and talk some sense into her. You're one of the most awesome people I know, if she doesn't to be your friend, that's her lose.
why who the f--- is it??!!!.
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