She's like ran in the summer she can be bummer but no matter what I still love her. She's got a smile that puts the sun to shame and a name that rolls right off the tongue. She calls herself emo, cause she writes on herself and listens to rock and screemo. She cooler then any girl I know, she's a rocker chick who knows how to put on a show. And I love to see her every day even though by the end she drives me insane. She makes me laugh with her stupid jokes and her writing always touches me deep. She's really smart and she's humble and has a great heart. But it drives me nuts cause she has low self-esteem no matter how cool she may seem.


That's all I have so far

She wishes she could escape this horrible hell called life. The constant pain, anger, sorrow, and greif. She's constantly reminded of what she wants and why she can't have it. "Every one else is happy. Where did I go wrong?" she wonders. She cries as she realizes there's no escape. Except... but would it be worth it? Always worrying, wondering, watching. Would she really? Just to escape. She's reaching her breaking point. Soon she won't put up anymore. She'll give in. Give up. Permanently escape.

She lies awake at night afraid of what haunts her dreams. She can't fall asleep even if she wants to. Too many thoughts haunting her mind. Screams echoing in the night. She feels as if she can't trust anyone. She shivers under her blanket as distorted whispers echo around her. She feels as if something, or someone, is watching her. There is one that stands out among the rest. Still watching her, but she feels comforted by the whispers and respectful gaze. Not watching her, but watching over her. "Sleep," the voice whispers. She's comforted and does as she's told. She ignors the haunting whispers and listens only to the soft whispers of her dead brother.

She watches. She wonders. She waits. She can't do anything about it. Every second of every day ticking away like a bomb. Too scared to act until it's too late. She realizes it's hopeless. "How could I be so stupid?" she asks herself. She can't help hoping, wishing, dreaming. "All of it is useless," she tells herself. But if she lets go, what reason would there be to live? Time ticks away. She can't do anything. She wonders if it would be worth it. Even if she doesn't do anything, she'll wonder if it was the right choice. Hating herself for not doing anything. Wishing she could have done more. An endless cycle. Wishing it would stop. She hopes time will heal her. Or maybe, it will make it worse.

They all have their eyes on the same thing. To them, it's just a competition to see who can be the prettiest with the mst makeup. They think that will impress him. Maybe it works. Maybe it just makes them look stupid. They're like lights attracting moths. Innocent-looking at first, but turn deadly if you let them. Killers in pink. Turning innocent people to a life of pink, palstic, and perfume. They think it'll work. Well I refuse. No matter how many friends get turned to plastic, I will NEVER give in. We will find our own way before this world turns to one giant dollhouse.

i can hear the cracking of the walls.
ready to crumble. her world falls.
alone and desperate, she wonders, why?
taking precautions. moving things along,
there is no room for misfortune.
suddenly without warning. hope is lost.
numb with fear she realizes that it was all for nothing!
blood sweat and tears do not prevail.
who said if you want something bad enough you can make it happen?
LOST! no one can change fate. no one can live anothers life.
NO ONE will ever know what its fucking like to be me.
always agonizing in the distressed tourture the world bullshit the world tries to shove down my throat.
my heart is broken. my mind is warped. damaged.
nothing to lose so bring it motherfucker im always battle ready!
always on the front line, i stand strong! yet just longing for someone to understand.

listless drops of tears, timeless ,shameless. alone to be showered in the light of a dream unreal, so surreal. knowledge.deterioration hurts. the cut of the wound the pain of the slice, burning, dying, my life is withering. lost spirit rises forth. dancing singing thrusting through a whilrwind of lite, projected by the purity of stars. melting. recreating life. yet another to walk a nother path, another one. maybe another time! perserverence will finally shine. but, the cycle is solid.
the tear once again falls. all alone all along all to be. once the vast deterioration begins i carry it. its my cross my penance, my life. now everything i touch is in ruins, crumbling, melting, falling away. just out of reach accepting not to receive. all gone all alone all me. just left to be. the withering mind of a child the listless heart from my scars. all meaningless to you but a slow deterioration to me. once again, all JUST INEXPLICABLE!!!!!

A surplex life rotated to complex dreams
where does it all start where did it all bgin.
desperate. tired.
she walks alone a lifetime path.
so unfullfilling.
she pauses, feels light. or is it death?
he pauses. finding each other ...
she knows the truth.
but cant warn him.
he knows she knows his demise.
but he is unable to speak the words.
watching it ufold, unable to warn her love,she desperately falls into a deep anxiety,
a womb to her fear.
her sheltered hiding.
its a perpetual repitition.
he knows that there is no way out now.
following morals, he pushes through... sad, desperate, lonely,
will he ever see the truth?
now destin for dispair.
his regret is lost a grain of the sand on a beach of life.
the new begining will never b.
the unconditional love starves. waiting for the connection from your soul.
unwillingly she suffers.
knowing there is no happiness,
we r just a guiding light of life.
ill miss you my love. xo