“When you’re born a lover
You’re born to suffer
Like all soul sisters
And soul brothers”
I don;t know what it means?
But it's beautiful..
If bạn could read my mind you'd all be in tears
That's why I write it down for bạn all to hear
Not that I want to see bạn cry
But for bạn to know your not alone and the words bạn say hurt..
There was a time where I thought I was past. all of this.
Past the cutting.
Past the hate.
Past the crying.
Past the pain.
Past the suicide thoughts
But then.
BAM!
It hit me once again like a bag of bricks...
They say..
So Young, So Damaged..
That's what I am..
I say..
How do bạn run away when the things bạn fear are in your head?
Because really all this hurt and pain and emotion comes from inside your head.
All I want to do is get away from it all..
My thought began to get so loud I couldn't hear my own mouth.
I tired so hard.
And got so far.
But in the end.
It doesn't even matter.
I had to fall.
To lose it all..
But people should know...
SELF HARM IS NOT AN ACT FOR ATTENTION
It's a silent scream.
It's killing your inner demon.
Your most fearful thoughts, an expression on one's body.
And most of all it's a cry for help...
You’re born to suffer
Like all soul sisters
And soul brothers”
I don;t know what it means?
But it's beautiful..
If bạn could read my mind you'd all be in tears
That's why I write it down for bạn all to hear
Not that I want to see bạn cry
But for bạn to know your not alone and the words bạn say hurt..
There was a time where I thought I was past. all of this.
Past the cutting.
Past the hate.
Past the crying.
Past the pain.
Past the suicide thoughts
But then.
BAM!
It hit me once again like a bag of bricks...
They say..
So Young, So Damaged..
That's what I am..
I say..
How do bạn run away when the things bạn fear are in your head?
Because really all this hurt and pain and emotion comes from inside your head.
All I want to do is get away from it all..
My thought began to get so loud I couldn't hear my own mouth.
I tired so hard.
And got so far.
But in the end.
It doesn't even matter.
I had to fall.
To lose it all..
But people should know...
SELF HARM IS NOT AN ACT FOR ATTENTION
It's a silent scream.
It's killing your inner demon.
Your most fearful thoughts, an expression on one's body.
And most of all it's a cry for help...
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~