Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Whispering to herself in the dark
As she lays there comatose
In her lonely imagination
And still she understands her need
A fatal addiction with no true kick
Something that without prejudice
Something without any real impact
Can have such a grand hold on her
It breaks her, heals her, and lovers her
It takes and gives and rapes her
But still she’s left wanting her pain
Needing her “relief” from “everything”
To fight for so long with real strength
And to wish for so long for a taste of death
She marks her words carefully
Watching what she thinks; what she does
‘Nothing can prove it’ she murmurs as she hides
‘They’ll never see; never understand’
Her hand no more a vessel of her will
Gradually leans in for its kill
Once recovering she’s now gone again
So we silently find another addiction has won

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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

sigh help.
so i'm really interested in this guy and he wants to date me, question is should I tell i'm that i have a tendancy of getting depressed and hurting my self or should I just leave that out....he'll see my scars eventually so I do want him to find out that way or by me telling him?
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Friday, December 28, 2007

I am a stupid stupid girl, with a big fucking mouth.
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Thursday, December 27, 2007

Speak to me about seduction
That way you found abduction
I dragged you along my tongue
Chased away the breath within your lung

Skip your lips through the introduction
Speak to me about seduction
Let your story dance for me
Tell me every way he…

Never mind I want you quiet
Not a peep no more riot
Speak to me about seduction
With your body cause my destruction

With every move I cant resist
Holding down upon your wrist
From the start of your obstruction
Speak to me about seduction

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Lonely Mona

As lonely Mona sits and cries
While wet tears turn to dry eyes
She’s found that once again she hurts
A heart resides beyond her skirts

Another glance at her thighs
As lonely Mona sits and cries
Not a whore or some play thing
But holding on, her virginity she clings

Wounded she makes a plan
No more for this shit she’ll stand
As lonely Mona sits and cries
But only pretend falls from her eyes

She grabs her skirt hikes it up high
Bruises herself so simply it’ll imply
“He raped me” she finally lies
As lonely Mona sits and cries

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