ok i am bored thats talk bout tiny quiet library w/ lil tiny quiet kids running round...IT ISNT NORMAL!!! ok well there are like 10 lil dudes on the other puters, all under the age of bout 11, they r prabably watching porn lol, umm sm old lady reading a book (wow.. i know she is actuslly reading at the library) 2 lil boys running round back prababaly doin smthing we all know is happening lol, ummm this hott az guy reading sm magazine in the corner and bout 5 girls all gossiping and it is way way way way to FUCKING QUIET

Ok well I dnt believe
That we are
On the same page
We never get
To be the
Way we are
Suppose to be
Never to see the truth
Never to see the love
We aren’t meant to be
Just believe me

i feel awake
suddenly able to see
all the world
as if it were hell
of rapes
of murders
of hate
things most are unable to see
things most wish away
of all the shyt
in the world today
these are most common
but everyone makes
themselves blind
to see all the these things,
oblivious
to the rest of the world

i am faded
cant see
i am stopped
cant breath
will you
help me find
what i need?

she treats me so badly
never does nething rite
never in my train of thought or sight
never to realize my reasons
never to help me through my times
never to change like the seasons
never to show ne signs

still in the prime of life
to young to fully understand
the reasons
i do the shyt that i do
messed up to many times
to fix my actions
still havent learned
my lesson

All I need is a word in my head
And I cant stop what is said
Everything will blurt out
That is why I write everything down
Why cant people respect that?
Why cant people not use that?
This is my weakness
I have figured out
That I must live in doubt
Doubt that ppl
Will not read this
Doubt that
Everything will work out
For the good
This is my weakness
I have figured out

Saw all the faces
All the children
All the adults
Every person stared
In amazement
As everyone found out
That their precious
Little girl
wasn’t all good
But instead
Found her
Laying on the floor
Blood around her
Slits at the wrists
Scars on her legs and arms
What should they do?
What should they do?
She was slipping
Just what she wanted
They didn’t know
She loved the pain
And wanted to know
What type of pain it was
If she was dead
Surely she would
Go to hell
Ohh how wonderful
Would that be
But not for her
Family
Oh the pain
It was amazing
Soul slipping
from her body
They couldn’t stop her now
Her existence
Entering the after life
Now she could
Be with the ones
The ones that
Everyone thought
Were perfect
Until it was
To late
The ones that
were weird
Maybe even psychotic
The ones who
Were dead just like her.
Oh the great
Mad family
What the most
Perfect family
…for her.

Handle pressed
Firmly in one hand
Blade slicing at the other
Breaking the smooth skin
Another wound
That has to be opened
Blood trickling out of the cut
So warm…yet so cold as it runs
Onto the floor
The sensation of power
Is over whelming
Tears running from the pain
Yet a smile spread across the face

Everyone can see
That I ant perfect
I never was
I never am gonna be
Why cant ppl just believe me
When I say
Dnt get caught up
With me

trying to find the reason
trying to help you out
but u always seem
to have some doubt
i never wanted
you to get hurt
never want you
to not figure this out
i hope it all gets better
i hope it all works out
tell me the reason
to your sorrow
you dnt have to right now
but know that
i will always be here
even tomorrow