PromisesPromises I've made,More Like This
each and everyone.
All I said I'd give,
with each came more fun.
I promised you a girl,
one tender, sweet, and soft.
You said two chances,
I smiled and couldn't speak.
I promised not to cut,
aven through rough times.
I havn't touched the knife,
your love always in mind.
I promised to have you,
till I wanted you no more.
But I don't have you now,
and i want you even more.
So many more,
and each I've kept.
And still more,
I promise you yet.
I promise you now,
my love for you.
On a tear stained page,
with words so true.
FUCK_YOUthrow me down, to the ground. Another selfish mindfucked bastard, offended by my choice of religion. I am no toy, spitting can, or mound of soil, but u still play with me, spit on me, and walk on me. Its just your hobbie, for all the wrong reasons, but you still have the right reasons. Now say those words..More Like This
Come home to a princess, but not the type we all want to come to, another selfish mindfucked bitch. Leave trails of bullshit, reality, this is true. Your attitude is the same, but the gameplan is new. Everyone look at me, i can piss you off. Say those words...
Sick of this suffering, sick of this pain. Methods of therapy, destructive and insane. Silver cuts a sliver off into a bloody pool, i continue on till my body gets cold, ending a life only 15 years old. Look to the person who hurt me, yet "heals" me, and say those words.
Have you ever?Have you ever gotten angry?More Like This
Done something you regretted?
Kept things to yourself for too long?
Have you ever wondered why we are here?
If all we ever do is destroy?
Have you ever wondered why it hurts so bad?
Why you can't just ignore the pain of loss?
Why you can't forget the past and move on?
Have you ever thought of ending it all?
That there is no point in staying here?
Have you ever wondered why people must suffer?
While so many enjoy wealth and luxury?
Have you ever questioned everything you believe in?
Everything you know?
Everything that you ever knew?
Because I have.
Walk in the RainI took a walk yesterday.More Like This
Alone in the rain.
I let the cool, moist air clear my head.
I let the raindrops mix with the tears on my cheeks.
I don't know why the tears were there,
but as they mixed with the water on my face,
my sorrow was drowned out
by the tranquil power of the approaching storm.
My anger was doused in the solace of nature.
My confusion cleared with the clouds above me.
All of my troubles faded away
as I walked alone in the rain.
The VictoryMore Like This
Yes, I have won the ecstasy of nothing,
by accomplishing nothing,
trying like it was everything.
I have filled a gap of nothingness in me with it,
a gap that yet still has nothing,
always had nothing,
always will have nothing,
can hold nothing more than nothing,
and is everything to everyone.
I have achieved the goal of vain!
It augments me a second's notice,
creates a colossal humbug,
a deafening drone,
and a clamor of insincerity.
I raise my head high!
and I look up to see an infinite ocean of nothingness,
endlessly continuing without fail.
The victory has been claimed!
I now hold the intangible thing,
the unfeelable emotion,
and the object that can no longer change hands now that I WON.
And the people look on and cheer!
They desire my victory!
They try to taste it, and see it, and hear it, and feel it.
But they can not.
Because it is nothing.
What would Jesus SayMore Like This
Frankly, I think people are insane. They're always complaining about me wearing all black! Well, excuse me, that's useful for when I'm...um...committing deeds to thwart my enemies! So what's that you say? I look paranoid? No, you're the one who looks PARANOID! Because you're always jumping to conclusions. You know, when I'm dripping in goo, it's because I just was negating my way through a dark, dark swamp in the middle of the night. NOT because I'm covered in napalm!
So lay off!
I mean, I lead a normal life. I tunnel with plastic spoons to school every day, and have my car delivered in an armored truck. That way, the NHS society won't be able to drop bombs on me on my way to school. After I spend my day in the closet learning, I drive home...yes, I drive home. And after I've doused the car in gas, torched it, gone back and dusted away all finger prints and DNA evidence of my existence, I do my homework. And I then go to bed in my bullet proof air tight coffin.
Oh, come o
Anxiety.More Like This
I met up with anxiety a little while ago.
He was ambivalent about our meeting, because he was afraid that I would
At the time, he was trying to find his parents who left him at three, but only
"They might have been child abusers", he frantically mumbled.
He mumbles a lot because he is afraid if someone heard what he said, they
Might use it against him.
"I'm cautious, not paranoid!", he retorted.
Truthfully, He's as paranoid as a schizophrenic, but manages to hold on to his fragile sanity.
Once, he feared a nuclear war, but wouldn't build a bomb shelter because he
Didn't know what the economy would be like in a few years.
That doesn't matter, because he has never held a job for long, anyways.
He spends his time fretting about the future, rather than work.
In his head is a stream of acid, melting his brain away.
Since he's penniless, he has to share a home with his compatriots, Misery
They both lost their fortunes when they were young, so t