Dear DiaryDear Diary, I cried myself to sleep again and I know it's all my fault. They tell me that I'm useless and lazy, and dumb. And I know, I know that if I tried, I could be what they expect of me.Dear Diary
Dear Diary, They're doing it again and they just won't stop. They tell me I'm not good enough
and again I'm going to cry.
I hear yelling in my ears as I feel tears in my eyes.
Dear Diary, Today was good. Today they cried. Today that felt the pain I feel every day that I'm alive because dear Diary, Today I died.
Fairy TalesGlass slippers, crystal crowns floor length gowns in white Stuffed in boxes long forgotten in dusty attics for years to come. Kights and princesFairy Tales
on strong white horses. Wizards and witches with potions of love, tucked in a story book on the library shelf. And when she was little that was life and everything was questioned. Why do fairy tales happen?
School books, pencils and pens Midnight phone calls with best friends. Every day the same as the last in this small suburban town. Football games and movie dates, blaring music, play
No True ChoicesWhen winter comes knocking will you let in the cold? The ice and the snow and winds from up north? You'll open that door and let them all in For there are no true choices in life.No True Choices
A frog is a frog and can be nothing else No prince to become from the touch of lips. And yet the hardest of all, and as always will be, is the choice of whom to love. For you can never decide with just facts or knowlege who that one may be. Your heart must tell you, no help from your mind For there are no true choices in life.
She Always Walks AloneShe Always Walks AloneShe Always Walks Alone
Long dark path, alone in the rain, She walks alone. Away from others, out of the sun, She walks alone. People stare, people gaze and still She walks alone.
China doll on a high glass, Salt on an open wound. They may look, but never touch, Never get too close to read The message on her sleeve. Shy and quiet and strangely fierce. An untamed wild under a friendly smile. But don't get too close, or she will run. For there is a reason She always walks alone.
DifferentIts hard to be different, to be all alone, hear a different tune, and wonder why, they tease and joke, and break your heart,Different
Having to lie awake at night, to think the thoughts of blood, to find you can't, and just cry yourself to sleep,
Its hard to be different, don't you know, but there will always be you, for one last smile,
To be different, and wake back up, learning you spilt no blood, you have not tainted your hands, with your own soul,
Its hard to be different, but only until you make me sm
Why The Hell Am I Wrongwhats the problem? it seems to be that i'm not breathing and I can't stop the tears everytime i see you leaving and I can't help That I wanna let you go and can't you tell I don't really want you to knowWhy The Hell Am I Wrong
(chorus) when everything is right i seem to be wrong can someone please tell me whats going on he doesn't need to know it yeah cause' i'm never gonna show it whats going on whats going on when everything is right why the hell am i wrong
so whats my deal? why can't everyday be the same... between the fake and the real
Sorry
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Welcome to the new world...
i got this cause i was bored and wnated to see what u were up to
hehe hi!!
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Because doesn't everyone need to just get away sometimes...
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Welcome to the new world...
thank you for stopping by
i do appriciate it
greatly
you have an excellent start here
if you have any questions
feel free to ask
-rhp
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Don't fret precious I'm here
Step away from the window
Go back to sleep
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Twinkle twinkle little star...
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a buh?
That first poem is AWESOME! Keep up the fantabulous work!
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Why'd you have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you.
Must you make me laugh so much?
It's bad enough we get along so well.
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Because doesn't everyone need to just get away sometimes...
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