My pen and ICareful thoughts and many wordsMy pen and I4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
my pen and I do weave,
from the shadows, from the depths,
the darkness told to me.
Darkness growing ever closer,
as the time goes by...
I stay awake to keep away
the darkened dreams that rise.
Dear JesusDear Jesus,Dear Jesus4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Today my mother gave you money but I don't understand. If you're in heaven and you can make things happen with just a snap of your finger why do you take money from my mom? We don't have very much anymore, and when my mom gives you money it makes my dad upset because we need it for other things.
Why can't you take other people's money, like those with millions upon millions of dollars? Why can't you take money from people who are more fortunate than those in danger of loosing their houses and their cars and everything? Why can't you take money from somewhere else and stop making my dad so upset? Why do you need the money?
How about you give it all back?
Your Confused Little Girl
Bringer of Darkness and Killer of DreamsSilence, oh killer of dreams, how you break me apart and leave me aloneBringer of Darkness and Killer of Dreams4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Silence, great demon of dark, how you remind me of all the things I've messed up and done wrong
Silence, bringer of evil, how you shake my world and bring me to tears
Silence, murder of happiness, how you won't leave me alone
Why must you torture me with your ill fitting grin, tearing at my heart and reminding me of everything that I've done? Silence, great killer, why do you bring us to our knees, make us cry and leave us be? Where is the happiness, why can't you leave me content?! What have I done to deserve such an act of unkindness?