I look back at my life, and I see a girl who I wish I wasn't...
A girl who's fucked up a lot
And has done stupid things
Who is depressed
And cuts
Who's swallowed pills
And swallowed the bleach
hoặc made herself throw up..
A girl who was always smiling
But I guess she got good at faking?
The world around this girl thinks she's happy and has a great life..
If only they knew the real her..
If only they could see through that fake smile of hers
hoặc see the scars that line her wrist legs and hips
Because a smile can hide so much..
I feel as if theres something inside me picking at me wanting to be free...
Picking at the way I look, talk, dress, smile, eat, think, act everything...
Just picking at me..
Picking me away...
I have a question.
When did we all become selfish monsters?
When happened to not caring about how someone looked hoặc what they wore?
What happened when we all used to be friends?
I wish to ask my Những người bạn that..
And mom I wish for once would not complain and be so stressed..
And Dad I wish bạn were never in my life...
Grandpa I hope to see bạn well again..
I hope to get better to..
A girl who's fucked up a lot
And has done stupid things
Who is depressed
And cuts
Who's swallowed pills
And swallowed the bleach
hoặc made herself throw up..
A girl who was always smiling
But I guess she got good at faking?
The world around this girl thinks she's happy and has a great life..
If only they knew the real her..
If only they could see through that fake smile of hers
hoặc see the scars that line her wrist legs and hips
Because a smile can hide so much..
I feel as if theres something inside me picking at me wanting to be free...
Picking at the way I look, talk, dress, smile, eat, think, act everything...
Just picking at me..
Picking me away...
I have a question.
When did we all become selfish monsters?
When happened to not caring about how someone looked hoặc what they wore?
What happened when we all used to be friends?
I wish to ask my Những người bạn that..
And mom I wish for once would not complain and be so stressed..
And Dad I wish bạn were never in my life...
Grandpa I hope to see bạn well again..
I hope to get better to..
The song of the sparrow -chapter 2 (part 1)
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Ashia grabbed her bags as she headed to Alfea on Nokia's back. Nokia, as her dragon,was apart of her. If he shed a tear then she sheds a tear. Ashia held on tight.Nokia took flight and landed at Alfea safely. Ashia grabbed her bags and walked to Miss.Faragonda.She talks to Miss.Faragonda and goes to her room 43.
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Part1
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Ashia grabbed her bags as she headed to Alfea on Nokia's back. Nokia, as her dragon,was apart of her. If he shed a tear then she sheds a tear. Ashia held on tight.Nokia took flight and landed at Alfea safely. Ashia grabbed her bags and walked to Miss.Faragonda.She talks to Miss.Faragonda and goes to her room 43.
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Part1
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I smile, after being beaten senslessly bởi people I once loved.
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do bạn know what this means?
Do bạn know how it fells?
Who are bạn to to say these things?
For bạn don't know there story hoặc life,
bạn know nothing.
bạn know no pain,
For bạn are pain.
bạn know no hurt.
For bạn are hurt.
And who are bạn to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do bạn know what this means?
Do bạn know how it fells?
Who are bạn to to say these things?
For bạn don't know there story hoặc life,
bạn know nothing.
bạn know no pain,
For bạn are pain.
bạn know no hurt.
For bạn are hurt.
And who are bạn to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
Within the furthest reaches of the tim, trái tim lies those desires whose name one dares no speak. So seductive, so intoxicating, so indulgent, our most private passions burn at the molten core of our being, luring us to the very highest of ecstasy to the depths of despair. Through the ages, the words impassioned những người đang yêu have transformed a virginal sheet of paper into a sanctuary for a restless heart. Each of the pages in this journal awaits the expression of your own desires- Unedited, Undiluted, Uninhibited.... Abandon yourself....
~IF bạn DARE~
~IF bạn DARE~