everythings my fault.
i wish everyone would be mad at me.
it makes me feel guilty.


i'm so recyclableall you plastic girls in your plastic worlds i thought we were so different until i realized that im plastic too this smile isnt real although it has you fooled. the thing id like to give you most right now is a mile in my shoes theres things to me that you would never guessi'm so recyclable
could never imagine you dont have a clue you plastic girls in your plastic worlds let me start
by letting you know im plastic too.


:story.of.my.life:the story of my life is not written in ink its written in the blood from my wrist shed over caring what others think. the cover of my story is a mask, you see every first impression, every second glance really, its just what others think they see in me the story of my life is spelled out with tears ive made too many mistakes, i live in regret im tired of always giving in to my fears of course the story of life is bound with love held together only by the few that care they kept me strong, surely sent from above each page of my story is another memory thi:story.of.my.life:


Not AbuseSome days, She just wishes he would hit her; Some days, She just wishes he would beat her; Some days, She just wishes, Just wishes, Just wishes, He’d abuse her.Not Abuse
Bruises show, As do cuts, But nothing shows, Verbal what?
Abuse?
Who gives a fuck?
It’s not abuse if you don’t have a cut.


My Gift to YouMy Gift to YouMy Gift to You
This is my... Gift to you... For all the things you've done for me Lifting me up when I didn't know what to do You've told me secrets And I have told you mine Our lives have come together And now we have combined My words are my gift To both myself and to you Because for some reason With all these words to read Mine are the ones you choose
Yes, we are bound now, By what we read And I hope my words are there for you Whenever you are in need! Please take comfort In what you see My words are my gift


WildFireWildFireWildFire
I see the look in your eyes... All the time! The feeling of want That you can't deny! It stokes the fires within me Makes me forget to breathe! I am sliding over the edge... Into ecstacy...
Your touch is burning my skin! Like a wildfire within! I can no longer think! My will, it starts to bend... I am so close... To giving in...
I feel your lips on my neck How did I become, the object Of your affections? I feel your teeth on my skin! Oh God, I want to let you in! Commit a little sin I want
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