He Has No Idea.

He Has No Idea.
Down her arm, it stars to run
This time she swore that she was done
Torn skin and tearful eyes
Ruined world because of lies
She continues thought she hates the pain
This is why she thinks she's insane
Shearing scissors and safety pins bend her actions
she doesnt even comprehend
He thinks she needs help
Something's not right
But he doesn't know
He's the one who ruined her life

He breaks her heart
But she keeps crawling back
She can't handle being alone
That skill she lacks
She cries herself to sleep at night
With the thought of him on her mind
Her face look wretched, smeared with make-up
She hurts herself more thinking of a break-up
She looks at the blade; it seems so tempting
Suicide, she considers attempting
She can't put up with this pain
This ache in her heart
She sits there and cries
While her world falls apart
Her vision becomes hazy, everything's a blur
He has no idea, he's slowly killing her.
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# Posté le mardi 27 mars 2007 16:13

Modifié le mardi 01 janvier 2008 13:39

S.M.

S.M.
I'm so nervous, i'm shaking my feet, I can't sit still in this damn seat. I'm scratching my wrist & closing my eyes. I am trying to hold back my cries. But I can't take this anymore. I want to have no pain like before. Give me the pills; give me the razors. I'll take them in front of my mother, it wouldnt even phase her. My mind is racing, it feels I need to do this. I needed to take away the pain, the easy way I miss. I need the marks; I need the fucking pain, But I can't and it makes me want to go insane. I'm a fucking screw up, I shouldnt get off this way. I'm sad because of things I must have did, this isn't okay. My family hates me, so I must have done something wrong. I lost so many people I love, how could I get along. I'm so unhappy & it's because of me..So I deserve this pain, it's something I can see. With Every fight with my mother & everytime I cry, I want to hurt myself so bad to the point that -yeah- I would die. I'm so worthless & useless. It's obvious & it's about time I know this: I'm losing my mind, my past is behind but I can't stable myself anymore. What's the point of living for? I'm so broken inside. Would it matter if I died? They say it would matter but that doesn't affect me. Self-mutilation just made things so easy.
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# Posté le mardi 27 mars 2007 16:12

Modifié le mardi 01 janvier 2008 13:29

If I knew

If I knew
If I knew how to write a song
I'd write one everyday
It would say that I'm in love with you
And why I feel this way

It would have to say you're pretty
And as rare as a desert rose
It would say you're a looker
From your head down to your toes

You are funny, dainty, fragile
And as feminine as can be
You're smart charming lovely
And everything to me

You're my comfort when I'm lonely
You're my peace when I need rest
Of all the women I've known
I must rate you the best.

You're the orchard in the jungle,
you're the better half of me
You're all of this and so much more,
you mean the world to me

Still so much is left unsaid,
It would take me far to long
I know how much I love you,
If only I could write a song.
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# Posté le dimanche 05 novembre 2006 18:28

Modifié le mardi 01 janvier 2008 13:24

Elle

Elle
Elle...




Elle a de ces yeux qui font danser la nuit
Et des sourires à faire fondre le soleil
Elle a des courbes à faire brûler la pluie
Et son sourire fait pleuvoir des merveilles

Elle a des étoiles dans son regard
Quand elle embrasse mes dernières craintes
Je l'entends parfois rire dans le noir
Quand je me perds dans son étreinte

Elle est ma vie, mon infini,
Celle qui envole tous mes soucis
Elle est ma belle, mon éternelle
Celle qui a su panser mes ailes

Elle... c'est la femme de ma vie, la plus belle de toutes, ma force et ma peur aussi...
Karine, je t'aime tellement! Ce poème-là est un peu vieux, tu t'en souviens peut-être pas... mais je suis tombée dessus en faisant un peu de ménage dans ma vie.

Je t'aime... oublie-le pas...

Ton ange de poussière
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# Posté le mardi 17 octobre 2006 17:48

Toi.

Toi.
Si tu savais la peine
Si tu savais la haine
Qui coule dans mes veines

Je demande juste a oublier
Ces souvenirs passés
Qui m'ont tant brisée

Je n'est pas demander a vivre
Je ne veux pas non plus mourir
Je veux seulement arreter de souffrir

La douleur qui m'a traversé
Est comme une lame bien aiguisée
Brisée par des souvenirs non désirés

Tout sa reste encré dans mon c½ur
J'ai gravé sur ma peau la douleur
A tes cotés je recherchais un peu de bonheur

Mais toi tu n'as su que faire grandir mon malheur
Tu est la source de mes peurs
Aujourd'hui tum donnes mal au coeur

Je veux te voir mourir
Que sur ton visage s'effacent les sourires
Pour te faire payer ce que tu m'as fait subir
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# Posté le mercredi 04 octobre 2006 20:41

Modifié le mardi 01 janvier 2008 13:15